Ah, can you feel the sleep in the air?
I sure can. It's actually quite nice. So I finally went to bed this morning at about six, and then got up again at nine to finish up my paper. It was a very good paper, if you ask me. Fully one page over the mark, with a few discussion questions outlined before my extensive works cited... A masterpiece. Worth the bags under my eyes any day. I stumped Miss Discursive Temporality. She's the rather linguistically sage individual in diseases we all smirk at because we feel inferior and have very few surviving escape mechanisms to our names. They've been pounded out of us by now, and sarcasm is ... not just for fun anymore.
In any case, my day, as far as schoolwork is concerned, has gone quite well. It's the other thing that's been worrying me. See, way back when I began to knit, my right wrist got achy when I spent too long knitting. So I cut down on the knitting, and took breaks to read my textbooks (groan), and all was well for a while. Then, I must have pulled something in the wrist this past weekend, since it now hurts to move it much in the up/down directions. Side to side doesn't hurt so much, though it's twingey, and rotating the entire arm isn't at all painful.
Typing has been a real bugbear (one reason for the slow paper process - you try typing lightning fast ideas with one hand, and see how many you lose before they're down on the paper), but this afternoon, I tried to lift my admittedly too large coffee mug (I drink tea, but the point is similar), and experienced searing pain. So. It is difficult and painful to use the right hand. I am right handed. This poses problems, as you no doubt recognize.
I have found, since the coffee mug, that I am much better off lifting all items with both hands to avoid dropping them (which is a bad, bad thing that leaves tea on the office carpet), and have since gone to E's apartment to pick up an old wrist brace of hers. It doesn't make typing much easier, since I now press all sorts of keys I hadn't meant to, but I find it amazingly simple to pick things up with the right hand. It hardly hurts at all with the brace.
Some fool mentioned carpal tunnel syndrome, but you know what? I'm young. I need both arms to write my story, forget the papers I need to write to get my degree. The possibility that such a thing could strike me now is remote at best. Really. This is the kind of thing seventy-year-old speed typists get. Although, I do plan in the future to sit properly when I type.
Let's see. What else? My computer screen is acting up again, and I'm pretty sure it's the backlight. I've been assured, via an online search, that such a thing is repairable, and this Saturday I plan to head out to the Best Buy in town to see the Geek Squad. Cross your fingers over the cost. It helps to actually see the screen when writing papers, and I'd like to be able to afford it easily.
There are many exciting things happening in my head right now. Among them are Masters of Library Science, Masters of Victorian Literature, Masters of Folklore, and PhD in Creative Writing. Oh, and burger flipping. Can't forget that. Actually, I'm going to try for a job working at a library in town for summer. I'm not sure whether they rely on volunteers, as do many small towns, or if they do a more money-handing-out approach, but I aim to find out when I return my books. That will give me more of a feel for this library science thing that's bitten me in the last three weeks.
In any case, as I haven't actually slept today, and as I feel I've deserved a good night's rest after two days with four hours in bed, I am going to head in that direction now.
Good night, all.
End.
In any case, my day, as far as schoolwork is concerned, has gone quite well. It's the other thing that's been worrying me. See, way back when I began to knit, my right wrist got achy when I spent too long knitting. So I cut down on the knitting, and took breaks to read my textbooks (groan), and all was well for a while. Then, I must have pulled something in the wrist this past weekend, since it now hurts to move it much in the up/down directions. Side to side doesn't hurt so much, though it's twingey, and rotating the entire arm isn't at all painful.
Typing has been a real bugbear (one reason for the slow paper process - you try typing lightning fast ideas with one hand, and see how many you lose before they're down on the paper), but this afternoon, I tried to lift my admittedly too large coffee mug (I drink tea, but the point is similar), and experienced searing pain. So. It is difficult and painful to use the right hand. I am right handed. This poses problems, as you no doubt recognize.
I have found, since the coffee mug, that I am much better off lifting all items with both hands to avoid dropping them (which is a bad, bad thing that leaves tea on the office carpet), and have since gone to E's apartment to pick up an old wrist brace of hers. It doesn't make typing much easier, since I now press all sorts of keys I hadn't meant to, but I find it amazingly simple to pick things up with the right hand. It hardly hurts at all with the brace.
Some fool mentioned carpal tunnel syndrome, but you know what? I'm young. I need both arms to write my story, forget the papers I need to write to get my degree. The possibility that such a thing could strike me now is remote at best. Really. This is the kind of thing seventy-year-old speed typists get. Although, I do plan in the future to sit properly when I type.
Let's see. What else? My computer screen is acting up again, and I'm pretty sure it's the backlight. I've been assured, via an online search, that such a thing is repairable, and this Saturday I plan to head out to the Best Buy in town to see the Geek Squad. Cross your fingers over the cost. It helps to actually see the screen when writing papers, and I'd like to be able to afford it easily.
There are many exciting things happening in my head right now. Among them are Masters of Library Science, Masters of Victorian Literature, Masters of Folklore, and PhD in Creative Writing. Oh, and burger flipping. Can't forget that. Actually, I'm going to try for a job working at a library in town for summer. I'm not sure whether they rely on volunteers, as do many small towns, or if they do a more money-handing-out approach, but I aim to find out when I return my books. That will give me more of a feel for this library science thing that's bitten me in the last three weeks.
In any case, as I haven't actually slept today, and as I feel I've deserved a good night's rest after two days with four hours in bed, I am going to head in that direction now.
Good night, all.
End.
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