bookkeeping

emperor: 885 words, to finish Ch. 4.

Also a couple more pages of dis.

Sleeping badly the past couple nights. Dreaming about school (both student-side and teacher-side), which, while it reminds me to be grateful that I am almost done with being in school, is not restful. And the dream where I was trying to teach Hamlet, using the theoretical underpinnings of my dissertation, to a collection of the stupidest and most unmotivated students I had in five semesters of teaching? Dude, I need to get the fuck out of Dodge.

My head is bloody but unbowed. I persevere. Excelsior!