armless, legless

I have so little desire to write anything academic this term. I think it probably has something to do with the fact that last term, I wrote over 60 pages, and this term, I have to write a grand total of 22 or something ridiculous like that. I think I saw that at the beginning of the term and my brain automatically went into free rider mode: get in the cart and wait for it to start moving, because effort's not required here.

(Except it is, because I should really finish my tour guide application, because I would really like to be a tour guide and I need the money.)

I always think that Tuesdays are going to be very productive days because I have all day to do whatever I like. "Whatever I like" tends not to be productive, though. But I did finish six scrapbook pages today, which is good. My efficiency at creating scrapbook pages has increased exponentially since spring break.

Anyway, I should finish that application, and I should memorize the first two verses of this beautiful French song I'm learning for my voice lessons. Instead, I think I'm going to read The Economist's special report on economic restructuring and then go to bed. It's only 8:46, but I have to get up for Reading Buddies tomorrow. I never want to go to Reading Buddies but always have fun so I think I should get past the fact that I have to get up early for it and enter the real world where busy people don't get 9 hours of sleep every night. I think this is because they have social lives too.

Sleeping is a better decision. Or so I tell myself.