23 March 2005

No Break for the weary

Where I work, it's spring break. Last week, the students were downright loopy on a vacation high. Now that they are gone, it's so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

Now, I have work to do. But it's raining and grey outside. I have a sick child. I'm in an anti-work mode. Mostly because I know my students are on vacation, doing fun things (I can confirm this by reading two different blogs), while I'm stuck here writing bios for a symposium.

Ugh. My job doesn't get much more dull than that.

So far, in a moment of absolute desperation, I downloaded 1980s-era country music from iTunes to play on my Mac. It's the same songs that my sister and I made fun of when we were kids, tortured by our parents' music choices in the car. But it's keeping me awake.

On the up side, I at least get Good Friday off. Eight hours and 30 minutes to go . . . .

"Delta Dawn, is that a flower you have on . . . could it be a faded rose from days gone by?"

(sorry, couldn't resist. curse me in comments for putting that in your heads.)

1 comment:

Greg said...

Consider yourself cursed. Ugh.