Monday. Morning.
Dec. 2nd, 2013 07:27 am1. The morning began with me being earwormed by the theme song from "Candid Camera". It finally left, pushed out by the old (pre-ad ban) jingle for Kent cigarettes. This is not an improvement.
2. LiveJournal is misbehaving again, albeit mildly. Every time I enter the site, I get an immediate "page reset while loading" message; hitting "Try Again" resolves the problem. Mild, but seriously annoying.
3. It's the last week of classes, and I'm starting to panic. In the next two weeks I have to write up one peer observation, make and write up another, shepherd my Senior Project student through his presentation, finish packing up my office, write and grade two finals, come up with a unifying idea for my other Senior Project student, begin planning for one of my classes next semester (one which I haven't taught in years, and which has a different clientele than most of my classes), get the toilet in the main bathroom fixed, find a dogsitter for the holidays, buy my plane tickets for the holidays, et cetera ad insanitatem.
4. In the midst of all this, the part of my mind which organizes things wants to put together a database for tracking the progress of my Skyrim characters. I have been mostly successful in suppressing it, but I'm letting it design one small and self-contained piece - three tables, one form.
2. LiveJournal is misbehaving again, albeit mildly. Every time I enter the site, I get an immediate "page reset while loading" message; hitting "Try Again" resolves the problem. Mild, but seriously annoying.
3. It's the last week of classes, and I'm starting to panic. In the next two weeks I have to write up one peer observation, make and write up another, shepherd my Senior Project student through his presentation, finish packing up my office, write and grade two finals, come up with a unifying idea for my other Senior Project student, begin planning for one of my classes next semester (one which I haven't taught in years, and which has a different clientele than most of my classes), get the toilet in the main bathroom fixed, find a dogsitter for the holidays, buy my plane tickets for the holidays, et cetera ad insanitatem.
4. In the midst of all this, the part of my mind which organizes things wants to put together a database for tracking the progress of my Skyrim characters. I have been mostly successful in suppressing it, but I'm letting it design one small and self-contained piece - three tables, one form.