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I woke up late today, and with a headache. I slept through my alarm. I was supposed to get up early and begin preparing my lecture. No such luck.

I didn't do so yesterday, because the procrastination bug bit me and I had an overwhelming desire to clean my bedroom. I can justify the "wasted" time to myself insofar as I need to move soon, and thus need to throw away the stuff I'm not plannning to take with me. I must have thrown away several bags of trash and downsized my wardrobe (if you can call it that). I also vacuumed and did a lot of laundry. I didn't get much work done, but I can now see my floor. So, I was productive . . . sorta.

I spent yesterday morning running around town looking for rails for my new filing cabinets. They used to make a set of rails (which I bought for my now full filing cabinet) which were engineering simplicity: they were nothing more than two metal arches which fit into the holes on the side. No nonsense, no assembly, just functional. The only thing I can find now are those box-looking deals, which are more expensive and more complex than I need. Apparently nobody carries the old ones. Oh, Staples, why hast thou forsaken me?!?!

This weekend I've got a date with Wittgenstein's Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus. And I'm gonna get lucky.

The Crit class is going well. I think some of them are starting to "get it." There is method to my madness, I swear.

I'm going to a roller derby bout on Sunday with N. and her friend. Alycia has been bugging me to come see her kick some ass on wheels, and finally I shall this weekend.

To the shower, and then off to the library.