July 23rd, 2006

[ waldo ]

melting like a painting by dalí

The heat this weekend was quite oppressive. I had intended to spend the past two days inside working on a literature review and methodology analysis of Mary Aynesworth's Patterns of Attachment: A Psychological Study of the Strange Situation for my research project; instead, I didn't really accomplish much of anything. Living in an area with higher temperatures has caused me to become so lethargic that it's hard to focus on anything for an extended period of time. My appetite and ability to fall asleep have been additional casualties to this summer's weather, although on the plus side the temperature has been ideal for my cockroaches.

I would like to write more for this entry - about recent events here in town, a story from the past, perhaps an expectation for the future - but I can't concentrate. I'm exhausted to the point where nothing sounds appealing but not to the degree where sleep will come easily. If nothing else this gives me a very insightful look into what it must feel like to be stuck in limbo/purgatory. Maybe I can do my assignment tomorrow in the two hours between the end of my shift at work and the start of my meeting with the advising professor? We shall see.

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