dreams
I dreamt last night that I got an unexpected check for $10,000. That, in conjunction with a recurring 6 of Pentacles, is surely a sign. Next year looks very good, if I can just get through the next 15 weeks. I won't be rich next year by any account, but I might bring in enough $$ to make it not be a super-stressful year.
Next week at this time I will be on the airplane, hearing the travel nurse's voice in my head as I do the silly exercises to avoid blood clots. I remember in college my best friend almost died of a blood clot, but fortunately I took her to a mental hospital before that and they caught it in the health screening. My brother, too - the blood clot, not the mental hospital (yet).
It's a 19 hour flight there (plus the 2 hour wait and 1-2 hour drive before, plus the hour wait [customs, etc.] and 1-2 hour drive after) and 24 hours back (going through Nigeria adds some time, plus a little longer layover in Frankfurt). I'm spending inordinate time figuring out what to take in my carry-on - particularly reading material. Will I really read "Central Problems in Social Theory" if it's competing with seeing Mr. and Mrs. Smith again (which, honestly, I can watch without the sound for as good an effect now - and really I'll be choosing [if I get a choice on these airlines] The Family Stone and Good Night, and Good Luck [and that then would only be paying $500 a movie, and that's not counting the flight back, which might make it $250/movie - and so much more convenient than getting in my truck and driving to Hollywood Video])?
Must - write - sociolinguistics paper - today. Have most reading done, but have to commit it to computer. The prof wants political projecticizing, and I'm not comfortable doing that without my own data. So, I gotta get over that for 25 pages.
I know that not taking anti-malarial medication is reckless endangerment to myself, but I figure it makes up for the times I don't snowboard without a helmet. I just don't want to get it this trip because it'll be a pain in the ass to get it treated properly here - running around to different labs and appointments would so suck with a spiked fever and hallucinatory chills, while trying to prepare for my written PhD qualifying exams. At least at the camp, worst case scenario is Dayton chucks me in a wheelbarrow and carries my sorry ass to the health clinic, which isn't far from him (or take me in a taxi to Accra, with better facilities) and I get the quick blood test and round of treatment, and a little break from fieldwork and that knowing look from people that put me in their crowd now.
OK, I'm shamelessly procrastinating now - looking up British Airways meals and movies. Time to buckle down. I'm just - I'm tired of buckling down. I'm trying to write in a day what it takes most people weeks to write - if I write 20+ pages per week while dissertation-writing, I'll finish in a term which is extremely fast. But that doesn't seem unreasonable - but in a day? Ugh. I've done, and can/will do it again, but I just don't feel like doing it today.
I feel like shopping. Not that I have extra $$, but I feel like making those kind of choices instead.
Next week at this time I will be on the airplane, hearing the travel nurse's voice in my head as I do the silly exercises to avoid blood clots. I remember in college my best friend almost died of a blood clot, but fortunately I took her to a mental hospital before that and they caught it in the health screening. My brother, too - the blood clot, not the mental hospital (yet).
It's a 19 hour flight there (plus the 2 hour wait and 1-2 hour drive before, plus the hour wait [customs, etc.] and 1-2 hour drive after) and 24 hours back (going through Nigeria adds some time, plus a little longer layover in Frankfurt). I'm spending inordinate time figuring out what to take in my carry-on - particularly reading material. Will I really read "Central Problems in Social Theory" if it's competing with seeing Mr. and Mrs. Smith again (which, honestly, I can watch without the sound for as good an effect now - and really I'll be choosing [if I get a choice on these airlines] The Family Stone and Good Night, and Good Luck [and that then would only be paying $500 a movie, and that's not counting the flight back, which might make it $250/movie - and so much more convenient than getting in my truck and driving to Hollywood Video])?
Must - write - sociolinguistics paper - today. Have most reading done, but have to commit it to computer. The prof wants political projecticizing, and I'm not comfortable doing that without my own data. So, I gotta get over that for 25 pages.
I know that not taking anti-malarial medication is reckless endangerment to myself, but I figure it makes up for the times I don't snowboard without a helmet. I just don't want to get it this trip because it'll be a pain in the ass to get it treated properly here - running around to different labs and appointments would so suck with a spiked fever and hallucinatory chills, while trying to prepare for my written PhD qualifying exams. At least at the camp, worst case scenario is Dayton chucks me in a wheelbarrow and carries my sorry ass to the health clinic, which isn't far from him (or take me in a taxi to Accra, with better facilities) and I get the quick blood test and round of treatment, and a little break from fieldwork and that knowing look from people that put me in their crowd now.
OK, I'm shamelessly procrastinating now - looking up British Airways meals and movies. Time to buckle down. I'm just - I'm tired of buckling down. I'm trying to write in a day what it takes most people weeks to write - if I write 20+ pages per week while dissertation-writing, I'll finish in a term which is extremely fast. But that doesn't seem unreasonable - but in a day? Ugh. I've done, and can/will do it again, but I just don't feel like doing it today.
I feel like shopping. Not that I have extra $$, but I feel like making those kind of choices instead.
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