It's been weeks since I've last updated, and that upsets me some. I really shouldn't need to write entries that explicitly mention that I'm not dead, because, honestly, alive. Living. Quick. Intact, drawing breath, and able to walk and talk without stumbling and saying "BRAAAAIIIIIINNNNNNS". In conclusion, alive.
And not a zombie.
There has been learning, in things that interest me. Or are useful to me. Sometimes both. And while these things are useful - filing, MARC coding, access points, bibliographic tools, research methods and all the rest - I'm still entirely sure they don't make exciting reading for the vast majority of people.
And I'd talk about other things, but there really hasn't been much else. There's been the learning, and the homework, and the death by assignments, and there's the stress and the lacking sleep and the realising that I've missed all these things. I've missed the madness that comes near the end of the semester, and it's like coming home. An insane and stressful home where no-one else does anything, perhaps, but a home all the same. It's all things that can be Done, things that can be Finished, things that go away and come back with nice little marks that make me feel happy and accomplished.
And while I've missed it, I'm not as good at it as I was once before. It's not that I can't do the work - I can, and I can manage things, and I can get it all done, complete and proper and on-time. But I want to be able to find the time for fun, and the time for my journal, even if it's only a couple of times a week.
And that might be the problem here. I got into the habit of daily entries when there were no other demands on my time, and now there's demands, and there can't be daily posts, and I feel like there should be because there used to be. And, if I plan to be sensible about it, it seems to be pretty well obvious that posts every few days are better than no posts at all.
So here's me, on the posty edge. And there will once again be some news, and once again some fun, and occasionally an icon or two. And it will be fun, and it will be shiny, but it won't be daily, and I won't obsess over it not being daily because then everyone loses. Good? Good.
And for all of you completely untroubled by this (except, perhaps, wondering if I've been eaten by zombies), *squish*, thanks, and there is a light at the end of the tunnel. And it'll be there and bright and shiny and hopeful, no matter how many essays and reports and tests and exercises and things need to lie broken and defeated in my wake.
And not a zombie.
There has been learning, in things that interest me. Or are useful to me. Sometimes both. And while these things are useful - filing, MARC coding, access points, bibliographic tools, research methods and all the rest - I'm still entirely sure they don't make exciting reading for the vast majority of people.
And I'd talk about other things, but there really hasn't been much else. There's been the learning, and the homework, and the death by assignments, and there's the stress and the lacking sleep and the realising that I've missed all these things. I've missed the madness that comes near the end of the semester, and it's like coming home. An insane and stressful home where no-one else does anything, perhaps, but a home all the same. It's all things that can be Done, things that can be Finished, things that go away and come back with nice little marks that make me feel happy and accomplished.
And while I've missed it, I'm not as good at it as I was once before. It's not that I can't do the work - I can, and I can manage things, and I can get it all done, complete and proper and on-time. But I want to be able to find the time for fun, and the time for my journal, even if it's only a couple of times a week.
And that might be the problem here. I got into the habit of daily entries when there were no other demands on my time, and now there's demands, and there can't be daily posts, and I feel like there should be because there used to be. And, if I plan to be sensible about it, it seems to be pretty well obvious that posts every few days are better than no posts at all.
So here's me, on the posty edge. And there will once again be some news, and once again some fun, and occasionally an icon or two. And it will be fun, and it will be shiny, but it won't be daily, and I won't obsess over it not being daily because then everyone loses. Good? Good.
And for all of you completely untroubled by this (except, perhaps, wondering if I've been eaten by zombies), *squish*, thanks, and there is a light at the end of the tunnel. And it'll be there and bright and shiny and hopeful, no matter how many essays and reports and tests and exercises and things need to lie broken and defeated in my wake.
