60B & It'll All Work Out

All scholarly work should be done with a pot of tea at your right and Paul McCartney playing in your ears for at least part of the time. I am also enjoying having Buster at my feet, meandering around and hoping for scraps. Buster highlights the critical difference between Mr. Smith and me: a love of noise. I only function with music in the background and another body moving, occupied in a separate world linked by us inhabitting the same physical sphere (in this case, the doggy v. human world). Meanwhile, Mr. Smith abhors outside "interuptions" for good reason, they truly do throw off his work process. I have realized, though, by subconsciously bowing to this for too long, that I cannot function without interuptions. Interuptions are my bread and butter, they are the obsticles my mind grows stagnant without. Multiple demands on my faculties are the reason my faculties stay awake. "My mind rebels at stagnation"- Holmes.

I know it is the weather, but I am simply hopeful today. I have a mild case of Seasonal Affective Disorder, or perhaps more accurately, my brother and mother have severe cases of SAD (best acronym ever) and I have learned the behavior (somewhat like my manic tendencies). Whatever the diagnoses, having actually slept my full and having fallen asleep in my favorite way (reading a book with a dog curled next to me) I woke up with the sun shining on my face (I moved my bed to face the window in a very dramatic room rearrangement) and was able to immediately work on my thesis, walk the dog, eat breakfast, and begin the day with no regret. Sure, the work load is practically insurmountable and I have to drive back to DE today for a dentist appointment in the morning, then drive immediately back to DC to meet with Mandy about my thesis ("behind" does not even begin to describe my current status as a thesis student), but warm sun was on my face for a bit and now I have tea and am actually finding helpful articles on JSTOR (a damn near miracle) and Tom Petty is currently singing to me (Paul just finished, I like them to take turns, Elton is next).

In other notes, I have decided I need to meet James Franco. I'd like to shake hands with someone else who works more than me. Perhaps that's why I like Professor's: however overworked I am, they're in even deeper. Except for those few who aren't, and I hate them. Self satisfied pricks.
Also, DPF and I saw Comedy of Errors on Friday and I laughed my arse off. Except for an awkward, entirely unnecessary introduction, the play was a smash. Particularly the female actors working with a script weak on substance for their characters. The Folger produced yet another exceptional production and I just have to work with them some day. I'd love to volunteer there this summer at least. Great work on no budget appeals to me. That's the manic.

"When she needed me, I wasn't around. That's the way it goes, it'll all work out."
I'll just keep driving 'till I hit 60B...