Sunday, January 23, 2011

And Work Keeps Pouring In!

Between this nasty cold I've attained and all the work/projects/obligations of the past week, I've been averaging about 2-3 hours of sleep per night. Today, to my dismay, I observed that, thanks to the cold, I've gone through more tissues than pages of reading! My poor nose is starting to feel like a cannon that has been fired to the point that its insides are stripped!

The thesis might eat me. I have a research trip up to Maryland planned for Monday (to save money, I'm doing it all in one day - leaving at 3:00 am, getting back around 11:00 pm). The introduction (about ten pages) is due this Friday, and the first chapter (about 30 pages) is due February 11. My research has so far been interesting, but insufficient (largely the fault of the massive work project I inherited). Work is busy, with multiple things going at once. Those who lament my tendency to avoid the telephone are forewarned: I doubt that I'll pick up that phone more than once in the next month!

Additionally, the job hunt is on yet again, since it is my goal to graduate with a job in hand. I'm keeping my options very wide, indeed; I'm looking at online adjunct positions, teaching positions, government agencies, and historical sites. Today I've resolved to send out at least ten resumes and applications before this evening, while also working on reading some of my newest thesis materials.

On the bright side, ever since I switched to the Atkin's diet, my daytime migraines have ceased. So, it looks like wheat was the culprit behind all those months of misery. I do miss things like noodles and pretzels, but the lack of migraines make it all worth it.

Whew! Hopefully the massive amounts of cold medicine will inspire me to greatness; otherwise, it's going to be a very long weekend!

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
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O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"