Damn it.

It's been a month, and while the beginning of the semester was good, the only thing I can say right now is that I hate everything except research. If I were getting time to do any, I might be a happier person; as it is, I'm just crabby, angry, and sad.

I need to learn to stick to my schedule, and do all the things that are important. I was doing so well with that, and then teaching started to swell up appallingly, and the giant, scaly, oozing departmental service monster caught my ankle. And, for some strange reason, I started to care that I was single.

I keep looking at the "publish" button at the bottom of the post composition window, and it makes we want to cry. Not a good start to the week.