Perfectionism/OCD rears its ugly head.
Every week, we are assigned piles of reading to do. People have told me that it is not possible to do all of that reading, and that impossibility is part of the joke. But it is possible for me, just unpleasant. Up until the last couple of weeks of the quarter, I read every page. This quarter, the reading is even denser. After a chapter or 2, my brain is full, and I can't absorb any more information. Combine this with apathy or animosity (I don't care about things unrelated to my work, and I am annoyed that I have to do it). Now, I am trying to learn to let go. To send my response without reading every page. It makes me twitchy. Like physically twitchy. Now I trying to resist the impulse to pick up where I left off.
I have aced procrastination (designing my GauchoSpace profile with Buttercup as my avatar), love the lazy, but I still haven't figured out the slacking thing. Slacking shouldn't be this hard!
on the tube: Grey's Anatomy pilot. on the floor: me and the yoga mat
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