On Monday I was so far behind, I felt a bit like Rubber Boy from last night’s America’s Got Talent: kissing my own rear was a distinct possibility. (the video at the link isn’t to his AGT performance, which was actually shorter than the one shown, but the move in question appears around the three minute mark)
Last week an aunt of mine had surgery and I spent four days with her, helping out with errands and such. Even though I did some thesis work while at her place, I didn’t do nearly enough, and then I came back to work to the joys of the end of the fiscal year: three full book carts from the librarian’s annual spend-what’s-left shopping trip, plus a stack of printouts containing old orders not received, unpaid invoices, and the various other flotsam that accumulates wherever acquisitions take place.
See also Jorge Cham’s latest for the overall problem. Tangents, sidetracks, and distractions, oh my.
Anyway, while I’ve pretty much dug out of the work stuff, it’s meant completely neglecting the thesis, and I’ve got a deadline coming up this weekend. Urgh. I should be able to meet it, but the rest of the week ain’t gonna be purty.
