useless

If I had known how utterly useless my brain would be today, I would have spent the day watching Six Feet Under instead of trying to get reading done.  I can not concentrate on anything.  Criminy.

Now I have to walk the dogs before I head in to campus, because the final exam for the course I'm teaching is tonight, and I have to be in some random room from 7:00 to 10:00 pm.  Hopefully I'll at least be able to get some work done then, but I woke up with a gross head cold this morning, and now it's starting to come back, so my chances are looking somewhat slim.  Bleargh.

On the bright side, my dissertation prospectus was approved last week, and I'm getting ever closer to actually having a specific set of studies planned for my dissertation.  That means that the stressful part of this semester is over; now all I have to do is write two Portuguese compositions, take my Portuguese final tomorrow, and write two responses to articles from my psycholinguistics seminar.  The problem is that I have little to no motivation to do any of these things, and I just keep spacing out and taking breaks to play the piano.  Or nap.  Or eat toast.

Not the most productive day in recent memory.