Snore.

I'm becoming, once again, a lazy and erratic blogger--there was a piece on Slate the other day from a woman explaining why she quit her blog--that it wasn't encouraging her to write, it was *replacing* her writing. There's something to be said for that. I mean, if I'm here typing my random thoughts and tedious accounts of emotional turmoil, I'm not banging away at the novel or the articles, now, am I? And yet I really, really should. Which isn't to say that I'm quitting, but that I suspect that I have to prioritize a bit more...Something to think about. Regardless--there'll be less from me next week in any case, as I've a huge stack of grading first thing on Monday, and then a mid-term at the end of the week, so this will be a brutal period of academic drudgery, alas. So, you know, if I'm silent, I'm suffering for it...