Making grammar tests
Listening to Nicholas Parsons.
I went to yoga class today. The teacher made us try this pose – the crow. Well, I didn’t succeed. No surprise really!
Anyway. I’m really glad that this Monday is almost over. Mondays are tough at work. I teach four courses and all of them have classes on Mondays.
Tuesdays are good though. Only one proper class to teach and lots of time to drink coffee, chat and prepare.
I’ve got the feeling that I’m writing an immensely boring post. Better stop!
I woke up singing and dancing this morning. ‘Twas the strangest thing!
All too many hours in the company of my project/essay/something in the afternoon and evening have killed all song and dance in me. For today at least.
And the result of all these hours: mere 500 words.
Seriously. This is a dreadfully slow process.
And this is the last blog ever on this essay thing! Promise!
I feel extremely boring today. I guess that’s what a day of sitting home alone all day, staring at the computer and trying to write something does to you. The highlight of the day was seriously when I had some chocolate in the afternoon.
Boring, I told you.
I shudder at the thought of this summer’s BA thesis writing.
Well, in an attempt to make this post a bit more interesting…I give you Elton John’s Tiny Dancer. (btw I love the Tiny Dancer scene in Almost Famous. Haven’t seen that film for years!)
Earlier this evening I sat in my robe, beer in hand, listening to a semantics lecture online. I felt gloriously white trash. Apart from the semantics, semantics are not very white trash. I think.
But now I’m going to do an experiment. I’m gonna go to bed before 11 pm. Oh, the things I do!
I should study though. But I can’t, my head isn’t screwed on tonight.