nny | Jan. 2nd, 2011

I am hopelessly, helplessly (heaplessly, hooplessly, harplessly) sleepy today; I haven't quite got used to the weirdnesses of the waterbed as yet or the tidal waves you need to create in order to turn over in the night. I also have the insomnia of the perpetual procrastinator, worrying about all the work that I haven't managed this holiday due to packing and moving and family and my incredibly hard to shift holiday mentality; I was supposed to get more marking done today but my dad came over to help finish a chest of drawers. Do you suppose there's a market for pseudo-partners? Where you can call someone up to help you build flatpack furniture, or get rid of spiders, or lean on you when you're watching a film? I'd be all over that.

Now I ought to be transferring things into the chest of drawers or marking more, but I haven't quite decided what's going where in the drawers and the marking is making my soul hurt in places, especially when the entire piece of work is painstakingly copied out by hand from Wikipedia. Oh year 7s, you will learn.

I don't have resolutions, so much. I just want to keep making progress; with a distinct lack of the excuse making that was happening at the end of last year. I want other people to hold me accountable, but mostly that's another way of avoiding responsibility and I need to hold myself accountable for progress or lack thereof. I feel good about this year. I'm hoping it will continue.