Blank Screen Blues

Yep, got em.


It just drives me crazy.



So, I'm not teaching this semester and it's kind of weird. I'm glad in one sense - especially since it looks like the fascists have taken over the FYComp curriculum! - but I really am going to miss it. I just didn't get my shit together in time to commit to teaching and by the time I decided I did, in fact, want to, it was too late. Not to mention the fact that I royally pissed off the very nice woman who coordinates the comp teachers. I feel bad about it.

But, on the other hand, I'm looking forward to a semester that's pretty open in terms of actual commitment. I mean, THE Commitment (aka thesis) is still there, looming over me and my "Blank Screen Blues" like a drooling, snotting, gargoyle (Oh yes, the thesis is a lovely thing!); but maybe I can tame him (oh yes, it's a HIM).

Not only that, but I'll get to spend lots more time with VeeGee. That's a good thing, of course, but you'd think we could just hang out and watch Sesame Street together and learn our ABCs. In fact, I spend most of the time that I spend with VeeGee in the car headed to this therapy or that therapy, swinging and swatting at her knees so that she won't fall asleep in the car, but will wait for a "real" nap because if she falls asleep in the car (as every desperate mother knows), the "real" nap never happens. That sucks.