I blame Sesame Street

It's time for a blog post - been a while - and I have no idea where to start.  I have not entirely much to add to the world of readership and bloggerhood.  I have plenty of whines and cries, aches and sorrows - "boo hoo, Leigh.  The world is falling apart in so many ways and you're worried about how you can add to the scholarly world by writing a piece of crap that means nothing to very few people."

And while this entire process is the hardest thing I've ever tried to do in life - something that has not come to me through luck, persistence or skill - it isn't really that hard.  I mean, the endeavor in and of itself: the dissertation document.  I've been smart enough [note cynicism] to add the difficulty along the way.  And I have a great family, a wonderful life, a job I love, plenty of things to live for, a community around me I am eager to help - but it won't really be mine to have and enjoy until I get this damned thing done.

Lately I just don't care.  I could add any sweet molasses (which I hate) way of looking at this as I want, and it doesn't get me downstairs to my computer.  I'll tell you the number one culprit - Sesame Street.  For the life I me, I cannot stay awake through an entire episode.  It's my NyQuil, my drug, my excuse.  I snooze through that show, starting right around Abby's Flying Fairy School, which usually excuses me from bedtime tuck-ins with the girls because I'm snoring on the coach. I wake up around 8:30pm and I transfer myself from couch to bed and that's that.

I am contrary right now - have been for 2 weeks when it comes to working on my dissertation on week nights.  This means I refuse to glean any sort of lesson or take away point from this.  I'm mad, angry.  I think I have to try early morning wake-ups again, which means NO running for me... another thing that irks me.   But again, the world is falling apart.  It is the least I could do to shut up and deal with it.  The least I could do is stop using Sesame Street as an excuse.