Slumber

I'm at my old TGW desk and the laptop is on, but work on this project is slow today. Even with the redundancy cheque paid in (and I haven't committed that story yet to these august virtual pages) I can't afford not to put in a few hours a day on the research projects; I wish that I could manage more but I have a low concentration threshold and my self-discipline is clearly pitiful. To my own annoyance, I know that when I'm not doing this I would be staring tiredly at a screen and clicking a mouse along familiar paths, rather than reading a book, watching one of the interesting files that have turned up on my computer after a visit from the torrent-spirit, writing my neglected Gallifreyan short story, or even write my hopefully career-forwarding book proposal, or (to give me some physical space) progress the stalled reorganisation of the flat.

Maybe I can give some time to these other things next week; having been locked out of my university e-mail account I no longer have access to the message briefing me on the work I am meant to do next for TOGW, so I need to ask again.

EDIT I now have access to my university e-mail account again, but only until 30 November.

EDIT 2 I know that this entry goes over old ground, but repetition might eventually spur me into action.

Restoration

Apparently there is a new university card waiting for me at the History Faculty, and my new status has been regularised, so I am once again a current member of the university, albeit someone who isn't being paid. Still, neither are 15000 students, and any Oxonian status is better than none when one is still working in and around the university.

Internationalisation?

Well, this is another week's SocT meetings that I've missed for one reason or another; this week's being simply that after six hours spent in the office staring into a laptop with occasional diversions onto the internet to, for example, check e-mail and make a couple of earlier LJ posts, I needed to head back to Woodstock for a spot of recuperation, and I didn't fancy driving back into Oxford in this rain. I had one escape in the shape of an ultimately unsuccessful bid to pick up my new university card, which I now learn hasn't been applied for yet. En route I had a quick chat with dreiviertel and later 'hello' to ex-SocA president, Nimue III or IV, I forget which she was, deep in conversation with someone else on Parks Road.

However, I'm not ready to join SocT International just yet, and hope to be along to SocT later in term, even if it ends up only being for the Mathom Party. I need to apologise to CJ for not helping organise a speaker meeting, although I think that she is much better placed to arrange it than me; speakers are, I think, inclined to be more generous and accommodating to students. I should tell her this before publishing it here, though... (goes away to write e-mail)

(Returns)'tis done.

That's three posts today, which will please pennypaperbrain who has been kind enough to note my absence even though I didn't think that I had been away.