What I would really rather be doing, and what I have had to pry myself away from, is grocery shopping Plumgood's website and thinking over little details for next summer's travel writing road trip. It doesn't take much to distract me especially when I want nothing more than to be completely distracted. But at the end of a few hours of procrastination there is defeat and panic and pull-my-hair-out-stress. So even though I cannot stand another dose of 19th century literature, I must push onward. Life is unfair and I'm pretty sure that most things are meant to be trying.
Monday, October 20, 2008
A new day and a workless week! It would only be a better Monday if I were caught up on my reading, which is why I cashed in a couple days of remaining paid vacation. Now I'm trying to make myself move on the active need to love hundred-year-old literature. I've got my pomegranate enviga close and my Damien Rice love song, but I really have no interest in writing a response to Harper's Iola Leroy no matter how I might try to manipulate my indifference with creature comforts.