not enough hours. or enough motivation.

Well, I've begun delving into Hitler's speeches, & it's not exactly fun. I really don't like modern history all that much. Also, the index for this four-volume collection is definitively the worst index I have ever come across. Correct me if I'm wrong, bibliofreaks, but aren't indexes--good ones, at any rate--supposed to make a distinction between, say, 'Christian' as a name for a group of religious believers, & 'Christian' as in King Christian X of Denmark? Eurgh.

Also, I am either coming down with a cold, or have gotten allergies for the first time in my life. Due to precedent I am inclined to think the former. Damn.

Am not going to philosophy tomorrow; I have work, & dammit, I'm going to work! Risser can schedule whatever he wants, I'm not dropping any more hours this quarter. Although speaking of Risser, I'm not as worried about the paper anymore because he checked in with me at advising this morning & seemed v. nice about it. We shall see.

Speaking of advising & classes &c, Danica & I are in the summer Spanish class! Huzzah! Now I just have to write that cover letter & send off my resume & knock Freehold's socks off at an interview, & I could have a really nice summer schedule. Nevermind getting up at 6:30; I'm actually looking forward to that, as weird as it sounds. I like being up early; it's the getting up I hate--so with a good excuse, maybe I'll get used to it properly. Mm. Early summer mornings....

Right. Time to go find more kleenex...