18/8/21

Class in the morning. Afterwards, a phone call from a friend and an irresponsibly-long nap (faulty alarm?). The laundromat was closed, so my clothes are still dirty. I now have full plans for two-and-a-half days of my beginner-level classes, plus a week’s worth of outlines for the advanced and conversation classes. Tbh, I was hoping to be a bit further by now, but it turns out this is kinda hard. I did make a schedule, so that should help me stay on track. I have a love/hate relationship with calendars; it’s nice to not forget things, but I don’t like to feel as though my days are totally subject to the whims of past-Adam. This is, of course, a fallacy, as all of my decisions are ultimately subject to the whims of past-Adam. But putting it down on paper really shoves it in your face.