I'm sorry you want to kill me
Mar. 15th, 2005 01:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twilight33Thus said my husband during the usual lunchtime work/home tradeoff when he saw my cool new hori hori knife (complete with bunny sheath) on the kitchen counter.
The knife was my 'I survived the final last night' present to myself to keep me from moping around today. My brain simply shuts off at 9 pm regardless of how much caffeine it gets. This was evident by my rambly essay that dragged on until 10 pm, took up the entire blue book, but wasn't all that concise. I'm not certain if screwing up that but doing fairly well on the objective section is enough to dock my grade, or if the prof will let it slide since everything else I've done was stellar. Bleh. Too brain dead to care.
Stabbing thickly rooted grass out from around the boulders in our rock garden & picking off dandelions to die was wonderfully cathartic. It was tempting to call in a mental health day and continue the carnage, but I'll have enough of those on vacation soon enough.
The knife was my 'I survived the final last night' present to myself to keep me from moping around today. My brain simply shuts off at 9 pm regardless of how much caffeine it gets. This was evident by my rambly essay that dragged on until 10 pm, took up the entire blue book, but wasn't all that concise. I'm not certain if screwing up that but doing fairly well on the objective section is enough to dock my grade, or if the prof will let it slide since everything else I've done was stellar. Bleh. Too brain dead to care.
Stabbing thickly rooted grass out from around the boulders in our rock garden & picking off dandelions to die was wonderfully cathartic. It was tempting to call in a mental health day and continue the carnage, but I'll have enough of those on vacation soon enough.
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Date: 2005-03-15 09:43 pm (UTC)I'm sure you'll be happy with your grade. You've worked hard.
Gardening is wonderfully cathartic, though I always loved seeing the lawn full of daises, whereas my mother always lopped the heads off them. Strange, the differing ideas of what is nice in the garden! My front garden is now concrete block but I still have a long, long, grassy bit in the back with a few plants. Our dandelions are not out yet, still too soon for us Scots!