The paper is mostly done- I'd like to briefly edit it in the morning. I haven't touched my Hebrew assignment- that might not get done for tomorrow as assigned. Oh well. Don't know why that paper took so long, but it did, somehow. Finding the articles, just via the article database just took a long time, and then I had to find them- there Has to be a better way of doing than than the way I've been doing so: it's just ridiculously cumbersome and awkward. But no one said I was good with computers. At least this time of night, the words just seem to flow- that's possibly a bad thing, indeed. It happens whenever I get on a roll, true.
TOday was odd and long- I wasn't feeling too well at minyan, and Mom called in the middle of it, and I apparently snapped at her (I didn't realize this at the time: I was tired, confused, hungry and dizzy- not a great combination), and so later when I called her back, I apologized, and she said she accepted it, but she didn't sound too fully accepting of my apology, so I'm a bit worried about going home this weekend, for her birthday. I also feel lousy that I didn't get her a present. Tomorrow morning, maybe I'll make her a card, and maybe I can scrounge some photos into something touching, and hten send her something better sometime next week... Maybe. We can hope. In general, my relationship with Mom goes up and down- it sometimes worries me. But then, I get paranoid about such things, and usually when I do so, I react exactly the wrong way for her- Catch-22.
Bedtime. Now.
TOday was odd and long- I wasn't feeling too well at minyan, and Mom called in the middle of it, and I apparently snapped at her (I didn't realize this at the time: I was tired, confused, hungry and dizzy- not a great combination), and so later when I called her back, I apologized, and she said she accepted it, but she didn't sound too fully accepting of my apology, so I'm a bit worried about going home this weekend, for her birthday. I also feel lousy that I didn't get her a present. Tomorrow morning, maybe I'll make her a card, and maybe I can scrounge some photos into something touching, and hten send her something better sometime next week... Maybe. We can hope. In general, my relationship with Mom goes up and down- it sometimes worries me. But then, I get paranoid about such things, and usually when I do so, I react exactly the wrong way for her- Catch-22.
Bedtime. Now.