I just wrote something maybe interesting in my little yellow notebook because I thought, "Maybe if I write stuff down here first I'll post more since the barrier seems to be just me clicking on a damn website."
Yet I have written and now that the thoughts are down there I don't want to put them here.
It's like, if I rewrite what is there it makes it deliberate. No longer a stream of conscious thoughts about whatever half-baked idea popped in my head.
We're moving on to week 8 of social distance and teaching through a screen. The thrill of the challenge has worn off and I'm just tired.
I don't want to make another video.
I want to lie around staring out my window and get lost in books about lands that exist only in the ether without responsibility looming over my shoulder.
Normally I don't mind people reading over my shoulder. I do it alllll the time. Especially on planes. But responsibility has a gall to interrupt my reading with anxiety and it's just so damn rude.
8 more weeks.
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