I have so much to do – it’s the last month of the academic year – but I’ve run out of energy, so instead of hauling my ass to the office, I’m lying prostrate on the couch, staring dumbly at a Shark Tank rerun.
I’ll get up eventually because I’m teaching in an hour but the plan was to be at the office since 9. But I’d had a really bad night of sleep because I was dreaming of cleaning nasty public toilets. Serves me right for reading colleagues’ emails about finances late at night. They write shit, and I end up cleaning toilets in my sleep.