Love/hate relationships

I love what I am doing. I like the reading, socializing with others who share similar interests, and the learning. I like teaching students. I do not like, however, the primary parts -- analyzing texts, reading criticism (especially the boring crap!!), staying in class until the late hours of the night. I really question my reasons for doing what I am doing, but I guess I could be repossessing big screen televisions from apartment complexes like I used to do. So I should probably quit bitching.

Game plan this evening:
1. Read secondary material for Shakespizzle, my bizzles.
2. Try to find something online which may clue me into the colloquim readings
3. Reread "The Chrysanthemums."
4. Go back over my teaching notes for it, so that I may be better prepared tomorrow.
5. Pack my bags so that I can stay at my mother's house.
6. Remind my wife that she agreed to iron some things for me about two hours ago (Not sure if I should bust out the tie this late in the semester, but am a little unsure as to what Dr. D really expects dress-wise).
7. Check email.
8. Eat dinner.
9. Clip fingernails.
10. Wash and dry some laundry.
11. Reread "A Rose for Emily." Try to find more notes/criticism relating to the text.
12. Reread "Hills Like White Elephants." Just in case.
13. Read "A Worn Path" for class tomorrow.--This should probably move up to 10.
14. Go to bed.

I was hoping to hit the sack about 10:00, but it looks more like 12:00.

I was a bit disappointed that no one finished their conference papers, not out of any spite towards the others, though. I was just saddened to learn that everyone else seemed to have gotten a lot more sleep than I did. (Sniff!). Thanks, Elise, for taking the time to give me some criticism on mine.
But we've still got a couple of weeks left.

By the way, Andi -- I hope you have a good time in NM. I trust you will act in a manner that will make us all be proud of you. Oh, and I hope your presentation goes well, too. Good luck.