I have spent most of this spring break not scrubbing toilets (good) and not reading up on negation and syllabic structure (bad) and not trying to come up with a semi-respectable noun classification table (worse). I have been felled by an evil bug, which has caused me to sleep often (if often poorly) and wander around my apartment in my jammies. I have not been very productive, which is making me feel guilty (and stressed). Plus, my cold medicine gives me a tummy ache. I’d stop taking it, but I prefer to be able to breathe through my nose; I also don’t like feeling my pulse in my head. Picky, I know, but what can you do?
I have been lightly flirting with The Young Man via the Internet, although I’m not altogether sure if he realizes I’ve been flirting with him. Since I put most of my eggs in the GSS basket, I need to backtrack and make it not look like The Young Man is sloppy seconds (which he is not).
Which leads me to my reluctant cougardom. I keep telling myself that a) The Young Man is fond of me, though it is unclear how fond of me he is (and quite frankly, I have not earned the right to trust my own judgement again) b) I do not look like the stereotypical cougar (wardrobe by Forever 21, caked-on makeup), nor do I even look my age (as I have often been told) c) my squeamishness is more about a fear of being perceived as a creepy, cradle-robbing hag rather than a squeamishness about acting like a creepy, cradle-robbing hag. As for The Young Man himself, he does respond with what appears to be enthusiasm, which is nice…but I bitch too much, don’t I?
I do need to make up for lost time, as I really thought I would have gotten much more studying in. I did go to the library today and picked up a boatload of books, but I got a headache and took the books and my phlegmmy self home.
As for La Revue de Neuropsychologie…I hear the consonant clusters did it.