I got Jacques le Fatalist in the mail just now (in French). I ordered it in English, too, but the French was so cheap I thought I might as well. Like I said, I'd kill for something interesting right about now.
Oh good grief. I was very productive until exactly 3:01 today. Now, granted, I will stay here tonight until I get this report written, so I don't know just what I think stalling will get me. I already have all the charts, graphs, tables, etc made, I just have to assemble it in a coherent way so it tells the story of nothing interesting happening.
I just got called about skipping off work early and picnicking by the lake. Drat. I'm staying in. It's so nice outside, though.
I will get this all figured out. Honestly, every time I move to this problem, I get nothing done. I have a mental block. Time flies. Bells chime.
I don't know if I want to go to a rock and roll show at all on Friday. But I have to think of something. Maybe not something on Friday, or maybe something on Friday. But there will be something sometime.
Maybe I just won't get this done before I leave. I'll work at a feverish pace in the morning, send it off at 10 for an 11 meeting. That's good enough. Print off a few, call it good. It's not important because there's a negative result: no action needed, not even anything interesting to say.
Well, anyway. I will soon have Don Quixote.
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