It's Thursday So It Must Be 6 a.m.

I think the months of insomnia and the craziness of Cs last week have finally caught up with me. Lisa says that it's mind over matter and I should just tell myself that it's allergies, but that's kinda hard for me to swallow considering the fact that I feel like I've been hit by a Mack truck. So today I am going to go home after I teach. I'm skipping racquetball, rescheduling my directed study meeting, and canceling office hours. Let's see if the world really stops turning if I do this.

I'm going home to put my feet up and try to wade through a mountain of dissertation chapters that await my perusal. At some point I also need to address the 3 scholarly projects in process that are also demanding my attention. It looks like it'll be a working weekend for me, but I like to think that at least by being at home and working from the comfort of the couch that I will be recuperating.

I am trying to avoid the bi-annual case of pneumonia (or as granny says pee-neumonia ) that I get when I burn the whole damned candle at once.

Oh yeah, gotta go home and make snacks for the GTA knit-together at my house tonight. Guess that means I'll need to dust and do the dishes that I skipped last night too, eh?