Friday already, gosh! I must be the only person to feel a deep anguish when friday comes and I suddenly think: OMG, where has the week fled? uhm. Mondays in comparison go down like a breeze. But Fridays? that’s usually when I realize I’ll have to spend the weekend working. And that feels vaguely unfair. I’m still not sure whether I am a worhaholic, or what, honestly. But academia is an insane place where everybody seems to consider normal that you write your papers and books during the weekends, as well as during the working week (except that’s mostly for useless meetings, scholarly powergames, feuds, occasionally teaching, some browsings in the library of course, etc.). It’s only when I mentally peep out of the ivory tower that this working on weekends starts to feel insane. That’s why I’m married to a non-academic (I challenge you to try and find an academic married to a non-academic in Oxford, I didn’t meet any). To keep sane. And also posting here makes me feel that what is considered just normal and obvious in my social working environment is no less than an obnoxious practice. So ok, end of rant. Didn’t mean to, sorry.
Ok, then, on to today:
- revise on § 7, 8, 9, 10
integrate points in § 9
email DR call M (lure him here?) plan relatively sane weekend (go for a walk in venice?)
- library: check Spinoza
- read students papers for Monday exams
- deal with the flat (don’t know where to start, honestly)
some basic grooming is much needed at this point
- dinner @ indian restaurant?
- mandatory: sleep at least 8 h