Funny how the things I never have time for (listening to music, blogging, writing emails to colleagues, cleaning) I immediately start doing as soon as wheelbarrow of papers comes in at the end of the semester.
Hell, I got time for anything right now--call me! I'll pick you up. I'd drive you to Vegas and I hate Vegas. I'd shovel snow if there were snow. I'd even do one of my wife's projects. Shucks, I'd help you clean out your attic. Even cleaning my office is a titillating temptation.
Ok...temptation indulged: must read three papers and then I will allow myself to caressingly filter through the piles crap on my office floor.
5 comments:
Ron,
MY dear man... You need to get laid. Get right on that.
HH =)
Hilarious. I totally get this. I'm pretty sure that I cannot even START to make one single video essay until I have organized everything in my whole house. It's just impossible.
I'm with you. I can't see dust until it's time to start grading. Speaking which...
HH I'm not quite following your sophisticated psychological interpretation here, papers to sex, but I like it.
What's your number again? We've got snow to shovel AND an attic that needs cleaning. I'll take you up on the Vegas trip, too, actually. That way I can avoid my own paper-grading Marathon which starts next Wed.
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