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January is the weirdest month
Sunday, 29 January 2006 04:17 pmWhat's with this time of year? If I'm going to have a bout of depression, it's usually in January, for no adequately defined reason. At the moment I am not alone in being hormonal, headachy and generally grumpy: Lara is epicly headached, jo&stv are (shock!) disinclined to socialise, the Evil Landlord has been half asleep for the last two weeks, although admittedly we may simply have exhausted him with all the mad partying over Christmas. I came home early from Karen's birthday dinner last night, owing to a punchy headache/nausea combination, and then had a lovely bout of sleepwalking - I woke up to discover that I'd carefully taken down several of the pictures in my bedroom, leaning them neatly against the skirting board beneath their hooks. No idea what the hell I was trying to do.
So, what's causing this? Post-festive-season letdown? Heat-stress? The fact that, yet again, the mountain has made a spirited attempt to burn down? (Although I have to admit the cool hazy blood-red sun effects are a somewhat dirty silver lining to the clouds of smoke). Or is it that horrible New Year angst which causes one to face another year, reassess life, the universe and everything and realise that, fundamentally, one's successes are limited, one's grind is ongoing, and in the greater scheme of things one is lowly pond scum on the surface of an uncaring universe? So not fun.
The horror that is academic admin is starting to gear up, causing me to dismally fail to rejoice in the fact that, as junior dept. member, I get landed with a motley array of the boring jobs. This week: training for curriculum advice. I actually quite enjoy the actual advising of students, although it's exhausting, but the training is that amazing combination of utterly necessary, since they change the curriculum structures randomly on an annual basis, and boring beyond belief. I also have to go forth on Friday and enthuse at innocent first-years for fifteen minutes about why they want to study English. Why was that, again...? I could think of lots of reasons if it wasn't January.
So, what's causing this? Post-festive-season letdown? Heat-stress? The fact that, yet again, the mountain has made a spirited attempt to burn down? (Although I have to admit the cool hazy blood-red sun effects are a somewhat dirty silver lining to the clouds of smoke). Or is it that horrible New Year angst which causes one to face another year, reassess life, the universe and everything and realise that, fundamentally, one's successes are limited, one's grind is ongoing, and in the greater scheme of things one is lowly pond scum on the surface of an uncaring universe? So not fun.
The horror that is academic admin is starting to gear up, causing me to dismally fail to rejoice in the fact that, as junior dept. member, I get landed with a motley array of the boring jobs. This week: training for curriculum advice. I actually quite enjoy the actual advising of students, although it's exhausting, but the training is that amazing combination of utterly necessary, since they change the curriculum structures randomly on an annual basis, and boring beyond belief. I also have to go forth on Friday and enthuse at innocent first-years for fifteen minutes about why they want to study English. Why was that, again...? I could think of lots of reasons if it wasn't January.
