20 November 2010

It has snowed. Outside the chill turns my knuckles blue and dry, even though it is wet slushy snow. I am tired and the new pills are a project (nausea, being driven to distraction) I don't have time for in the last two weeks of class. If ever. I have books everywhere and I don't have time to read them all. I don't even know if I want to read them all. I would if I could critically assimilate them. Sharpen sticks. Instead I am snowed in, fuzzed out, disconnected, overloaded.


thesundaygap said...

As always, take care.
It's that end of term crunch, and it gets absolutely everyone. Adding new medication into the mix must be really difficult. My thoughts are with you (and sweet christ is it cold out)!

wrenna said...

Thank you. I try to take it easy as much as possible. I am just greedy with information and need to know when to say when. This morning I went to the library to pick out some heavy Christmas reading (Robert Pippin, Hegel's Idealism: the satisfactions of self-consciousness; Lorraine Daston, Objectivity; The Cambridge Companion to Hegel and Nineteenth Century Philosophy; Anthony Grafton, What Was History: The Art of History in Early Modern Europe) and it really cheered me up. (And I'm taking a pass on the new pills for now. My old ones aren't sedating me anymore so I can now take them as designed, twice a day. So far it's good enough.)