In any case, I was up pretty much all night. So I ventured into the living room to nick a moment with the laptop. The reason?
I'm thinking of going back to school.
I've wanted to do a Masters for a while, and I struck on an interesting thesis idea (one of many), but I need the foundation for it first. So I'm thinking B.A. General, English Major with a minor in Celtic Studies (I pretty much already have that minor from my previous stint in university).
There is a catch, however. I cannot afford to go back to school - even with the aid of OSAP, so I'm desperately hoping that the university will allow me to work full time and study full time - like a same-city distance education degree... or something.
For some reason, universities haven't really been accommodating in that regard to date.
In any case, those are my current thoughts.
Writing-wise, I did manage my daily 3 000, though it was a struggle because I was so upset and distracted.
Today marks the day when I would have reached the 100 000 word mark, had I kept on schedule. Instead, I'm less than three quarters through.
It makes me sad.
Oh well! There's nothing for me but to soldier on. And there's nothing left of this post but the Forgotten English.
To waste time in a a lazy lingering manner. It has exactly the same sense as drumble, which Mrs. Ford uses in The Merry Wives of Windsor, in [be]rating her servants for not being more nimble in carrying off the [laundry]-basket. Had that merry gossip been an East Angle, she must have said dringle.
- Rev. Robert Forby's Vocabulary of East Anglia, 1830