The last few days have remained crappy (on occasion literally, as you'll see in my next post). Unable to take the treatments I really need (getting good sleep, regular exercise, and time away from PITA students, for example), I've taken to self-medicating.
For some that means ice cream or alcohol or other vices.
Me, my vices are spreadsheets:
|Current Itinerary for NY Trip|
|China Train Research|
To Do Lists:
|(Fun Fact: I wrote the last item upon waking suddenly at 11:30 at night. |
I have absolutely no idea what "Pin for Centennial" means.)
|The item in the upper right is a comic-book style rendering of the ending of Macbeth |
given to me recently by Chism, one of my seniors.
Color-Coded Paper Clips:
and, just this once, saying, "Screw grading!" to the stack of tests on my desk, skeddadling as soon as the last kids leave, and catching the 4:00 showing of Avengers 2: