Not much done yesterday, a bit on Robin Hood but not enough really.
Do we ever do enough for our satisfaction? Depression makes me think I
should do even more than I did while well, but stops me from doing half >as
much.
I know part of it is depression speaking, but damn I need to work more quickly.
I am slow witted.
Have to>>grade my students' papers to day and study for a Latin test. Well,
that is>the>>plan. But Maria needs to get out so we will try to get the chair
on the bus
(always a hassle) and perhaps see a film, Cheaper by the Dozen.
How collapsible is the chair? You said you could manage taxis - in Leeds
they're usually ordinary cars, not the special taxi-cabs, designed to
fit a chair in without collapsing it.
Ex does not like cabs because too expensive, so usually have to deal with bus.
I manage with help. If I take cab can do alone for chair folds.
Still have not said yes to coffee date with the fellow student for tomorrow
. .>>. need to do that, just scared actually. I'd rather face a room of lions
(literally) than a human being.
I hope you can make it. It'll be a good omen for meeting me.
<smile> true. I am very nervous about both.
It is these little daily things, done well, that seem to offer health to
one.>>But by nature I am so intense and so driven to seek violent passion in
living >>that I find it quite difficult to find true satisfaction in these
daily
things>>. . . a curse perhaps.
Can you channel the passion into energy? That's something we never seem
to have enough of. Maybe write something full of violent passion, in
Latin? How's your Catullus? ;)
Yeek. Not ready to write in Latin, but actually I do tend to approach the
writing as you suggest even though it is legal history which sounds dry. But I
guess I do more cultural history through the lens of medieval law -- and
violent and passionate it was. I pick neat subjects like hanging and death to
keep my morbid drives fueled. :)
Rosena
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