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		<title>Medicated</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today was a day for doing what I ought, taking my self-prescribed medicine, and getting on with my life.  I&#8217;ve been living under this fog of being underworked and unfocused.  Like trying to start a car which is frosted over and too cold to turn over.  LA was just the little vacation I needed.  It [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today was a day for doing what I ought, taking my self-prescribed medicine, and getting on with my life.  I&#8217;ve been living under this fog of being underworked and unfocused.  Like trying to start a car which is frosted over and too cold to turn over.  LA was just the little vacation I needed.  It came on the perfect weekend &#8211; I just got a whole bunch of stuff to do, but wasn&#8217;t behind on anything, and thus got to go play and get all my work done.  I got a cold my last day there, and skipped yesterday&#8217;s Quechua and today&#8217;s semantics classes, and now I&#8217;m feeling really rested, restored, and caught up.  I worked all day today.  One of those life-affirming, productive, well-paced work days.  I got started this morning when Lewis went off to class, and I worked all the way until he came home for dinner and I got a ton of stuff done.</p>
<p>(Now to deliniate my list in a self-fulfilling manner:) I cleaned my desk, caught up on neuroscience powerpoints, did some neuro-reading, did Quechua homework, pronounciation practice, and song practice, set up a meeting with my TAing professor for tomorrow, cleaned the living room, did some research and brain-dumping on my phoneme paper, read an article for that, prepared for my meeting with research professor tomorrow, went out to Chinese food with the Lawyers (+Emily &amp; Andrew!), screwed around with my computer&#8217;s layout, and studied all my Quechua flash cards!</p>
<p>Now it&#8217;s almost 11, and I&#8217;m feeling so accomplished and vaguely prepared for tomorrow.  I can&#8217;t remember the last time I went to bed feeling prepared for my next day of classes because I&#8217;ve actually studied everything I intended.  It&#8217;s good to be TAing again (at least, having work to grade) and I&#8217;ve got midterms coming up!   Not to mention, researching for my QP always gets me all excited.  I imagine this is what archeologists get to spend their lives doing &#8211; unearthing artifacts and surprising relations between things.  It gets my brain working so quickly, it&#8217;s like all my synapses are firing at the same time.  It&#8217;s crazy, like no other feeling I know.  I think I&#8217;m built for critical analysis.  I keep discovering these quotes in papers that just make me jump out of my chair.  I want to run down the street announcing, &#8220;Hockett said it in 1942!  It&#8217;s right here!  I can&#8217;t believe it!!&#8221; and have everyone I meet be pleasantly surprised to see that a quote I&#8217;ve found proves a thing that we hadn&#8217;t thought was true.  That everything I need to know is right there, on paper, lost somewhere in the annals of history.  It&#8217;s like the Da Vinci Code, but with linguists arguing over the existance of theoretical units of sound.  That&#8217;s my new line for whenever anyone asks what I&#8217;m doing.  &#8220;It&#8217;s like the Da Vinci Code, but with linguists&#8221;.</p>
<p>And on top of it all, I&#8217;m feeling pretty much non-sick this evening!  Sore throat still, but all my sinus stuff seems gone.  Did I mention I&#8217;m listening to The Moody Blues?  I love The Moody Blues.  I&#8217;m a happy camper!</p>
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