sitting here in a giant lecture hall judging my professor for trying far too hard to be cool by playing indie soundtrack pre-lecture music. AND THEN I REALIZE THIS IS PRECISELY WHAT WE DID AS TAS. fail.
anyhow, the spell has broken — this morning i woke up intending to take a shower and change out of sweats before getting to class. i accomplished neither! so here i am judging my professor and feeling swamped and coughing from residual pot smells coming from the (fresh)man in front of me he sits in the second last row. i am the last row. i keep telling myself that life will begin for real once recruiting is done and the busy-ness passes but i think it’s time to start thinking about how i can be rested and effective and joyful even in this madness.