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Puppy with a Dead Bird

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I finally finished the technology profile lesson plan. It became Paying Attention to Technology: Reviewing a Technology. It doesn’t feel like a stellar lesson, but it’s done. I can’t decide what to write next. I have several ideas written down, but I can’t seem to focus. I should do something with all the YA lit that I’ve been reading, but I can’t quite decide what. I especially don’t want to come up with something that is so tied to a single book that it has limited usefulness.

I like this idea of adding keywords to entries. It would be even handier if I were to do it for my Lists of Ten. I should convert them or something. I never really know if they’re in the best setup. Actually, I guess they probably never are in the best setup because I’m never using the cutting edge stuff.

I’m feeling very puppy proudly bringing an excellent gift to my owner who looks down at a dead bird. My writing isn’t great. No one could be excited about that lesson plan. I don’t seem able to come up with anything new that I can write. I’m just not having a great week.

On the plus side, I think that I finally have DSL setup for my trip to Houghton. It’s taken the effort of five people, and I don’t really have any confirmation on the payment. Maybe I should just give up and stay home. Things seem very messy right now. Or maybe scattered is the better word.


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i am not in bed

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a duck dressed as a pigIt’s 1:30 AM. I am not in bed. Perhaps a random picture of a duck dressed as a pig will help.

No. That didn’t fix anything. It’s still 1:30. It’s even later really, and I’m still not in bed. This is a stupid thing to admit. I feel like time is slipping away from me. I don’t know what happened to it all. Suddenly it was later and I can’t really account for what I did during any of it. I wasn’t asleep. I wasn’t checking bloglines. I wasn’t even buying and selling on blogshares. (We won’t talk about this afternoon when I acquired some blogger and bought up more of the Notes from the Walter J. Ong Archives.)

I guess that it doesn’t help that I was working on my technology review lesson plan till 7 and didn’t get home till after 8. That would chew up a good portion of the evening. Maybe I have been numbly lost in thought and confusion. It’s a good story anyway.

I tried to go shopping, but nothing I tried on looked good. I felt like the circus fat lady in everything. I want to believe that it was the lighting in the store, but I’m sure that’s just wishful thinking. So when I finally did get home, I guess I just sat around and did nothing. There’s something to be proud of.

Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know myself anymore, let alone know the people I care about. I seem to make all the wrong decisions these days, and I forget to do the things that matter. Like going to bed… why aren’t I going to bed? Everything feels like it’s spinning and chaotic and beyond my control right now. :(
Writing about it isn’t helping though, so I guess I shall try to sleep.


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