5am: Alarm goes off.
505: BD gets out of bed, grasps actual biological dog by scruff of neck, puts on leash, goes outside.
515: First cup of coffee.
520: Grading.
615: Reviewing crap for 9am lecture.
700: Wakes up Atom Smasher for the first time. He says "Mwazrwaoar?"
700-710: Shower
710: Wakes up Smasher for the second time. He says "Five more."
712: Email, read crazy people website.
730: Wakes up Smasher for third time. Threatens to sic actual biological dog (now curled up next to Smasher and snoring contentedly) on him.
730-745: Fix face, drink or eat something, take drugs.
745: Smasher totters out of bedroom, into bathroom.
[Fifteen minutes of me screwing around]
800: Egress.
805: Smasher dropped at his domicile.
820: BD at campus.
821: Despair.
I have to say, your experience looks pretty normal. Although I'd replace "despair" with ennui.
ReplyDeleteI suspected as much...and you're right. Ennui is more appropriate.
ReplyDeleteOh no, despair is absolutely correct on some days...but I've left despair behind a long time ago. It was rotten for my digestion...
ReplyDeleteDon't leave us hanging...
ReplyDeletedid you make it through the day?
I would replace despair with existentialist crisis, which I sometimes refer to as Why Should I Give a Fuck time.
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