If These Things Weren't Online...
...then I swear, I'd be buried in papers. I graded and commented on six drafts, eight writing reviews and six peer critiques today. I have only two writing reviews left before I meet my quota for the week. Those little reviews are elusive devils. I log onto the database, and there are no reviews in the pool. So I keep signing out and then back in, trying to find one. I finally get my hands on one, and after it's graded, I click the "gimme more" button (that's not the real label...) and there are no more. *pout* That's why I've done so many of the others. I'm fairly far into next week with the drafts and critiques. Maybe I need to do a total of four more to be done with next week's quota.
But those writing reviews...! Where are they? My whole day seems to light up when I see one waiting for me. And then I grade it, smack a five-sentence comment on it, and it's over. No more. I can't even insert a quarter to start the game over again.
I made some tea to drink while grading. Berry Blitz or something like that. It's okay. I think I should have made Passion, which is really good. The stuff is bright tomato soup red, and it's all tangy and sharp. But I made the purple/brown stuff that's mildly sweet and a faintly bitter. Oh well.
I finally gave into the cat, and just tossed my gladware across the room for her. She nosed all along the floorboards, licking at the bottom. Spent over an hour at it, and I know there wasn't anything but a faint residue of cheese in it, because I had already licked the thing clean myself. But that hour was some of the most uninterrupted grading I had all day.
Charlotte is now chirping at the roaches. Yes. You read that correctly. Most cats sit by the window and chirp at the birds that mock them from beyond the glass. The fence is too high for most birds to feel invited, so only occasionally are there any birds to chirp at for poor Charlotte. I'm thinking of buying some birdseed and a small table and luring birds for her. Or at least squirrels. But I digress. Due to the lack of birds, she's not a bird watching cat. But after dark, she has plenty of roaches to watch, and if I find them entertaining (there's glass there, folks, remember?), she finds them mesmerizing. No kidding. She runs back and forth sometimes, nose smearing on the glass; she crouches silently, afraid to scare the nasty little tanks away. She'd eat them if they got in. I haven't seen a live bug in the place since she got here, unless she was chasing it down. My hero.
She also makes the Puss-in-Boots face if the light's right. She'll stare up at me, eyes like a kicked puppy, and chitter her little kitten chitter... I have yet to figure out what she's after when she does this, since I never really react much.
Oh well. I'm through with papers for today, and have gotten a marginal amount of reading done. That's tomorrow's work, I suppose. Along with grocery shopping, laundry, editing the short-short, and dishes. I made a mess. I'm feeling lazy. This means more work tomorrow, but so be it. I am prepared to face the consequences.
Well, I'm calling it quits for the night. Sorry for the short post, but if there's nothing to say, I'm not going to try to say it.
End.
But those writing reviews...! Where are they? My whole day seems to light up when I see one waiting for me. And then I grade it, smack a five-sentence comment on it, and it's over. No more. I can't even insert a quarter to start the game over again.
I made some tea to drink while grading. Berry Blitz or something like that. It's okay. I think I should have made Passion, which is really good. The stuff is bright tomato soup red, and it's all tangy and sharp. But I made the purple/brown stuff that's mildly sweet and a faintly bitter. Oh well.
I finally gave into the cat, and just tossed my gladware across the room for her. She nosed all along the floorboards, licking at the bottom. Spent over an hour at it, and I know there wasn't anything but a faint residue of cheese in it, because I had already licked the thing clean myself. But that hour was some of the most uninterrupted grading I had all day.
Charlotte is now chirping at the roaches. Yes. You read that correctly. Most cats sit by the window and chirp at the birds that mock them from beyond the glass. The fence is too high for most birds to feel invited, so only occasionally are there any birds to chirp at for poor Charlotte. I'm thinking of buying some birdseed and a small table and luring birds for her. Or at least squirrels. But I digress. Due to the lack of birds, she's not a bird watching cat. But after dark, she has plenty of roaches to watch, and if I find them entertaining (there's glass there, folks, remember?), she finds them mesmerizing. No kidding. She runs back and forth sometimes, nose smearing on the glass; she crouches silently, afraid to scare the nasty little tanks away. She'd eat them if they got in. I haven't seen a live bug in the place since she got here, unless she was chasing it down. My hero.
She also makes the Puss-in-Boots face if the light's right. She'll stare up at me, eyes like a kicked puppy, and chitter her little kitten chitter... I have yet to figure out what she's after when she does this, since I never really react much.
Oh well. I'm through with papers for today, and have gotten a marginal amount of reading done. That's tomorrow's work, I suppose. Along with grocery shopping, laundry, editing the short-short, and dishes. I made a mess. I'm feeling lazy. This means more work tomorrow, but so be it. I am prepared to face the consequences.
Well, I'm calling it quits for the night. Sorry for the short post, but if there's nothing to say, I'm not going to try to say it.
End.
posted by Rehkmira @ 23:57
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