aaaarrrrgggghhh!

Why did I EVER agree to do an independent study on medieval philosophy during the summer? What psychotropic substance was possessing my brain? Where the hell are my notes on Al-Farabi?

(update: Found the notes. What do they mean? I understood them when I wrote them...)

And why did I give my sci-fi class a difficult long-answer essay test last week? Do I still feel I have to prove to somebody that this is "real" philosophy? Haven't I won this argument with myself before? Didn't I realize I'd have to FRICKIN' GRADE it???!!!! I've graded TWO intro tests in the time it's taken me to even get up the courage to look at this humongous pile of, um, writing....

And don't get me started on the fact that I agreed to teach two classes next summer session too. Vacation? What's that?

::whimper:: I'm done yelling now. Can I have a hug?