Day 440

Sunday | May 12th, 2013


Another day in the bucket. I could have written a lot today, maybe even caught up, brought the past again to bear of with the present. Instead, I practiced the art of nothing.

That’s not entirely true. I did what I do every Sunday: I made lesson plans for the coming week. And like all the other Sundays which have fallen away from me to this, I could have done a little on Saturday to ease the pain of having to do it all Sunday, yet didn’t.

The more I thought about writing lesson plans, the less I wanted to do them and the less brain power was devoted to putting my classes together. I finished around 05.00 … and then I thought about writing for this journal and I actually wanted to. I made myself go to bed instead.

No Daily Bullet

Daily Report

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The Fourth Wall

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This Old Hanok

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