Thursday, November 15, 2007

This? is that day.

Yes, this is that day. It's the day, every year, when I realize that I leave for Big Damn Conference in less than 24 hours, and that I am nowhere close to prepared for anything.

I have not packed.
I have not tried on half my "conference" clothes to see if they fit.
I have not timed my paper to see exactly how long it is.
I have not finished the stack of grading on my desk.
I have not had a haircut in six months.

At the same time, because of the timing of this conference, there is an immense sense of freedom. After all, I have over a week off... no classes, very few commitments, and a lot of pumpkin pie and good wine on the way.

Still, you would think I'd go into Big Damn Conference pre-day a little more organized, wouldn't you? So that, when I stumble out of bed at 4:30am tomorrow to be on time for our 6am flight, I'm not frantically OCD'ing over everything?

As a matter of fact, today started out worse than most BDCpd's. For the first time in years, I forgot to set my alarm. It was only a sheer lack of balance on the part of my cat that woke me up in time to make it to class, and that's NOT the way to start a day... no, sharp and grabbing claws in your face are generally a bad thing.

Now, I sit at my desk knowing full well that I need to get off my ass and pack, or go buy stockings, or do something useful. Yet, I seem to have hit the very same wall that I do when I know I have 40 papers to grade: big, brick, possibly with razor wire at the top.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Kittehs love BPAL



(Or at least this particular kind.)