It’s a metaphor.
The title of this blog comes from the closing sentence of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
Last night I realized that I can sit in my reclining chair and tilt my monitor so that it comes to eye level. This happy moment enhanced my productivity and saved my back. Overwhelmed by the new comfort, I fell asleep and woke up three hours later.
On another note, I’m writing something that could, with finesse, easily become an MA thesis. It’s horrifyingly long and, even though it violates the assignment’s page limitations, I’ve been granted permission to continue. 42 pages and counting…
On yet another note, I finally left the apartment today to get some coffee with M. The weather was INCREDIBLE. Pictures of this brief expedition will follow at some point.
Also: I’ve been watching Cowboy Bepop during my 30 minute meal breaks. It’s essentially perfect.
- M: You got this! What's due this week?
- Me: Nothing much. But two of the three papers are due next week. So it's all coming to a head. Oh the joys!
- M: So, when I see you, you'll probably be half my weight and the color of refined, granulated sugar. I'm going to come in and molasses the shit out of your world.
- Note: I don't know how I'm surviving life without M in close proximity.
One of the three research papers (Changing the Draperies?: The Europeanization of Eastern Europe) has been signed, sealed, and delivered.
Now I just need to finish two more much longer pieces (and a bogus German final) and I’ll be free. We’re nearly there ladies and gentlemen. We’re nearly there…
File under: “potential career paths that would pay me to lay in bed and do what I normally do”.