Burning out...

I'm too that "slightly manic but still sort of with it" stage. Unfortunately, there are three weeks left in the semester, so I expect to lose the coherence with at least a week of classes left. I'm already slacking like nothing I've ever seen!

Take Friday:
I woke up with cramps and an asthma attack. By the time I left for my 8am session, I had used my (stimulant) inhaler, and taken 4 advil. On the way, I stopped to buy coffee. In my general stupor, I pumped hot coffee onto my hand, rather than into the coffee cup. Ouch. I completely rambled during my class. I was doing my spiel on body image and feminism. It's a topic that excites me, and I don't think I stopped for air once. Around noon I heard that my afternoon client cancelled. I decided to skip class, and went to lunch with my husband. I thought I'd work during the afternoon, but instead I sat in an MSG fog.

Random comment: If you have to start the sentence, "I'm not racist or anything..." you should be aware that you are about to say something racist. Stop.

And another note to my students: Do not copy Wikipedia and hand it in as a paper. Thanks much.