Business as usual

I have been told that I have failed to uphold my new year's resolution of not neglecting the blog. Well, yes and no.

I admit that I have not written much in here since coming back last month, but I stay true to the word of my resolution to not put off writing when there is something to write about. And, sad to say it, there just isn't.

It's not that I'm bored, far from it, though it's not the kind of excitement that I care for, really. I have two papers due by the end of the month, another by early next month, bi-weekly homeworks and a barrage of tests which, by the looks of it, will not abate until mid-March. So my days have been filled with reading, reading, reading and finding excuses for not having to read right now, the latter is something I'm getting increasingly good at.

So you see, I'm simply saddled with a high volume of low-level academic work which is keeping me from doing anything substantial other than attend to it. I go out drinking ever other week or so, and I'm not in desolate, fun-less doldrums, but I have been weighed down by a lot of early-last-century reading, and as you see it's on my mind and my vocabulary. What sort of normal person uses the word doldrums, right?

So I'm mostly busy with looking forward to Chicago at the end of the month, and scrambling to get everything done before leaving for Chicago, and other than that, I am simply not doing anything that would make good reading if I wrote about it, and I'm too busy to write down the intermittent reflections on trans-atlantic living that I get. So I do not write, since at the moment nothing much is happening. The strange metallic buzzing is still coming from the wall, the squirrels and raccoons go on about their business of early-morning disturbance, the sun rises, the sun sets, and time passes.

It's a steady, comfortable, and boring life for the moment, but that, as all things, is bound to change.