worn out

It's at this point of the semester where I inevitably just lose the energy to focus on my work. I think I may be officially weary of my classes. Maybe I'm just in a funk, I tell myself, but I don't want to pick up my books. I want the semester to be over already -- it's too long. I took a day off today because god knows I certainly wasn't going to miss anything in short story class. What I know is that no matter how much I adore a writer, never take the class if the prof doesn't "excite" you. O well.

Of course I totally abandoned my things-to-do-before-noon list, which is okay b/c laundry and grocery and a trip to bank weren't too important. THough i did want these tasks out out of the way. So I sat myself on my table, pulled out 3 bio/criticism, and managed to skim through only 1 and half (half b/c it was part picture book, so okay, maybe 2 books). But I didn't take enough notes since nothing seemed to grab me. The annoying part is that I took the day off to narrow down the possible topics for presentation and final paper, and I'm back to square one: I could do X or Y or could do both and add Z theme. It's frustrating, to say the least, and the worst part is that I started going to bed at 3 am and waking at 11 am again. I set my alarm earlier, but sleep is so precious now.

Okay, so its 11:35 pm. I need to at crank out an hour of reading and hope that my eyes will glaze over that I turn in early. Two more days of classes and I can unwind at happy hour. Seriously my saving grace recently -- okay, the past two weeks -- has been talking, drunkenly, with these gals from my theory class last semester. We've planned to shake our feathers at an 80s club. I am so ready for my Spring break next week -- yes, very late in the semester.

Here's a quote from Milan Kundera's The Unberable Lightness of Being:

We can never know what to want,

because, living only one life, we neither

compare it with our previous lives

nor perfect it in our lives to come.

One of these days I will read this book. Right now it seems nearly perfect.