When I was in D.C. a couple summers ago, my roommate (are you out there, Robin?) would say that she was "flustrated." I think that this semantical child of flustered and frustrated is most useful. So much so, that I'm going to use it.
Right here on the blog.
In public.
I am sooooooooooooooo flustrated!!!
There is no way I can ever finish all the things I should do this weekend. And the worst part is that I don't want to do them at all. What I really want to do is go to the beach and sit and think and watch waves until the sun sets, and then watch the sunset until the stars come out, and then watch the stars for a while (and the moon, of course), avoiding all places of commercial enterprise, any neon lights, and most people. Maybe take some cheese and a knife. Cheese and strawberries. Brie. Or Swiss. Oh, and chocolate. Sigh . . .
2 comments:
I'm not sure what the rules are for commenting on your own blog, but for the edification of my readers I thought it would be helpful to say that actually working on your homework and getting it finished can do wonders for one's morale. It's too cold to be at the beach, anyway.
Homework? Finished?
That's even possible on a weekend?
That might be the most discouraging thing I've ever read...
(The shame might turn into edification later, but I have my doubts.)
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