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Jan. 2nd, 2005 08:05 pmWarning: this will be a depressive entry.
I'm back in Halifax, after a moderately irritating flight (Air Canada's motto is "Fuck you, Jack," isn't it?). But all air travel is miserable, now that I think of it, and I did get a stack of postponed grading done. As you'd expect, I miss my husband. I'm very tired, and ought to make myself something to eat. I really had no desire to leave Oxford. None at all. And tomorrow I need to start working, since I start teaching the day after that.
I suspect that I ought to make "write fewer miserable lj entries" my New Year's resolution. Oh, and happy New Year, everyone. No, really.
I'm back in Halifax, after a moderately irritating flight (Air Canada's motto is "Fuck you, Jack," isn't it?). But all air travel is miserable, now that I think of it, and I did get a stack of postponed grading done. As you'd expect, I miss my husband. I'm very tired, and ought to make myself something to eat. I really had no desire to leave Oxford. None at all. And tomorrow I need to start working, since I start teaching the day after that.
I suspect that I ought to make "write fewer miserable lj entries" my New Year's resolution. Oh, and happy New Year, everyone. No, really.
