The last day of the semester is here, and I’m ready for my regular “I’m so tired that. . .” post. Feel free to add your own symptoms of extreme exhaustion.
I’m so tired that. . .
. . . tonight I dreamt that N. and I were characters in the movie Lawrence of Arabia. This makes no sense because I never even saw that movie.
. . . I haven’t found the energy to swear on my own cursing thread on this blog.
. . . I wasn’t able to finish a single plate of borscht yesterday. It sat there in front of me, all beautiful, red, and inviting. Yet I was indifferent to it.
. . . I haven’t answered my blog-related email for 2 weeks.
. . . a student broke my new, huge orange cup and I didn’t feel anything.
. . . I can’t finish the new book by Barbara Vine because it has many 3-syllable words.
. . . I haven’t had energy to follow the news to the extent where my students are better informed about what is happening in Mexico than I am.
. . . There is a room full of good free Croatian food down the hallway but I can’t muster the strength to get myself there.
One hour and forty minutes to go before the end of the semester. And then I will just collapse.

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