between the rock and the cold, cold sea

Children of Men is a good film. Yes. Very good.

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Oh, will you look at that? It's the weekend already. I understand for some bizarre people, this means they get two days to relax. Not me.

4 hours of study + 6 hours of writing + 2 hours of exercise + 2 hours of filing + 2 hours of cleaning + 4 hours more study + time to eat + 2(12) hours of sleep = 48 hours, near enough.

I had my 3 hours of recreation time this evening. :)

January 7, 2007 Progress Notes:

untitled space opera thingy

Words today: 1055
Words total: 2,630 by MS wordcount
Reason for stopping: quota and then some
Exercise: Short run. Later there will be situps and pushups.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: eejit, androgyne
Mean Things: the copilot is still dead
Books in progress: Jim Butcher, Storm Front
Books finished: Judith Herrin, Women in Purple: Rulers of Medieval Byzantium.

( Nonfiction 1, Book 6, 2007 )

The glamour: Killed the essay that will not die. Ran out of fruit juice.

2,630 / 67,500 (3.9%)

Things to do tomorrow:

1. College.
--(a) library
--(b) deliver essay
--(c) lecture.
2. Gym.
3. Deliver CVs in order to find work. ETA: gods and little fishes, what happened to my memory? No, don't answer that.
4. Sort shit out for the rest of the week.
5. Write 1000 words.
6. Thoughts on Gentle's Ilario.

January 6, 2007 Progress Notes:

untitled space opera thingy

Words today: 1560
Words total: 1560 by MS wordcount
Reason for stopping: quota and then some
Exercise: Two short (c. 500m) runs. Later there will be situps and pushups.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: resupply
Mean Things: dead copilot, Mysterious Pursuit (tm)
Books in progress: Judith Herrin, Women in Purple: Rulers of Medieval Byzantium.
The glamour: I'm nicking this progress report thingy from the many who use it.

1,560 / 67,500 (2.3%)

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Things to do tomorrow:

1. Finish, damn it, my essay, by hook or by crook, by means fair or foul. (The essay that Will Not Die must die. I have decreed it, and it will be done.)

The essay is dead. Long live the essay!

2. Write down my somewhat conflicted thoughts about the themes of power and its affect on human relationships present in Gentle's Ilario. ETA: Still not done.
3. Go for a run.
4. Sort shit out for back-to-lectures.
5. Reread essay and check for obvious logic errors. (Finish! Finish! Finish!)
6. Write 1000 words.
7. Go for another run.

I am posting this here, because it is my habit to check LJ immediately after I wake up*, and if I don't write this down, I know I'll forget.

Things to do:

1. Finish, damn it, my essay, by hook or by crook, by means fair or foul.
2. Account for reading of 2007 so far (Fallon, Ford, Wells, Wells, Zelazny). ETA: Tomorrow.
3. Write down my somewhat conflicted thoughts about the themes of power and its affect on human relationships present in Gentle's Ilario. ETA: This waits until tomorrow.

4. Go for a run.
5. Sort shit out for back-to-lectures.
6. Print out my bloody CV and letters-of-application

7. Deliver aforementioned bloody documents to whatever places of business will accept them. ETA: This will have to wait until Monday, alas.

8. Reread essay and check for obvious logic errors. (Finish! Finish! Finish!)

9. Write 300 words. ETA: Because I'm a fool for a challenge, this just got upgraded to 750 words.

10. Go for another run.

ETA 1830: I suck, don't I? Essay finishing must wait upon tomorrow.

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*Yes, I'm an addict. No intervention necessary.

2007 has arrived.

There are many things that must be done this week. I need to check my college fees to make sure the government has paid them as it is supposed to; I need to write my 1500-word essay on kingship in Sumer and Israel; I need to print out and deliver my CV to places which may be convinced to employ me; I need to work up a plan of study; and I need to arrange to lay aside time in my schedule for gym and karate.

Five things. That's enough for the next six days.

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1200 words today. New story. First paragraph, for the mockery of all three people on the internets who read this journal:

( Untitled fairytale cliché story )

If I was to be an optimistic person, I might imagine I could finish that this week, too. But I'm not an optimist.

Happy 2007.