Considering that nothing is really going on for me, it all feels quite breathlessly rushed. It doesn’t help that the trash and recycling go out tomorrow, of course, or that I was flustered with impatience to get Ilios updated before NaNo starts. (New version is generating now! Yay! That’s one less thing on my “need to do it yesterday already” list!) I had to rush home after class to feed the cats, and then rush back out again to get them more food (now that I’m mixing the regular canned food with the prescription stuff, I ran out of the regular stuff again) and then I had to rush back here to get the new update online. Plus I need to take a bath. And, of course, I want to get as much of next week’s reading done before midnight tomorrow night so that I won’t have it hanging over my head during the first week of NaNo. (Since it’s economic history, though, I doubt I’ll get very much of it read, though. Yecch.)
And, of course, I’m worried about the fact that I still don’t have a good name for one of the major characters for my NaNo novel. Everyone else has a good name, but I’m totally stumped about what to call the reincarnation of Menelaos. I want it to be a decent match, linguistically, for what I’m calling the reincarnation of Agamemnon (since they’re brothers and all) but his is this rather odd-sounding name that I can’t even remember what language-group it came from. Possibly Welsh or Celtic. It shares a lot of consonant-sounds with Agamemnon, and starts with an A, but it’s also a distinctly different name, so people will have a reason to think there’s something wrong with Sondra when she calls him Agamemnon instead of his real name. (Or she might call him Atreides. Or “that lecherous beast whose psychotic wife chopped me up with an axe.” She’s got a lot of choices…)
On the plus side, I felt slightly less stupid than usual in class today. Of course, I also ended up feeling like a horrible pervert, too. You see, I have a tendency to doodle in the margins of my notebook in that class. I can’t help it. The professor spends a lot of the class just talking to us. Now, most of what he says is interesting, and he gets very caught up in what he’s saying, which makes it very engaging. But it’s not usually anything I need to write down. Because this isn’t a class with a final exam, or even a comprehensive final paper, so there’s not really much need to take notes. But sometimes my mind starts wandering and I end up doodling to try and use up a little of my aimless lack of focus in order to keep the rest of my mind on track. (That doesn’t make sense when I say it, but it makes sense at the time. If that makes any sense.) So today, as I was doodling, I was suddenly horrified to realize that I had doodled a very clear drawing of a penis, in the pointy ancient Greek style.
I had to take my watch off and put it down over the doodle to keep anyone else from seeing it. I can’t believe I drew something like that. Especially not in the middle of class!
Maybe I was thinking about my intended thesis topic. We’re all supposed to make new appointments to see him to talk about what we want to do for our thesis (if we know) so we can figure out what our final paper for the class is going to be. I am absolutely doing “The Love Life of Achilles” for my thesis topic (unless no professors will get behind it) so maybe I was thinking about that? Only I think I did that doodle before he mentioned that we all needed to make new appointments to talk to him again. (Though apparently some of the people in class still haven’t gone in to talk to him a first time.)
Oh boy…I must be really tired if I’m laughing this hard at one of my own tags….