Dear internet, my judger is wrung out. I have been judging lots of things lately. The grades were due on Tuesday (wait, yesterday? I think my time judger is broken too -- perhaps it is a subsidiary structure of the global judger), and I spent a lot of time judging for that: an essay exam + a 12- to 15-page final paper = WHOA NELLIE lots of grading. I woke up repeatedly in the night, thinking, "I don't have to wake up yet, and when I do I won't have to grade ANYTHING." It was a physical kind of relief, like sinking into a pillow stuffed with freedom, again and again.
Today I went to the office and finished the letters of recommendation. Which requires yet more judging-- is this student in the top 25%? the top 10%? the top 5%? the top 2%? HUSH UP I DON'T KNOW SHE WILL BE A GOOD STUDENT IN YOUR PROGRAM. When I got to the point where I wanted to write a letter that said "Everything in the whole world is annoying and I don't know why I agreed to write a recommendation for her and your program is probably stupid to boot," I did not write that letter. I went to the student center for lunch (at 2:25, which might explain the grumpy, maybe).
At that point my judger was functioning well enough to note that the Sirius Christmas station playing loudly over the student center sound system is The Emblem of everything that's wrong with America, or perhaps the multiverse. It was not improved by more stable blood sugar (if I have to listen to overproduced versions of The Little Drummer Boy and The Most Wonderful Time of the Year in quick succession, I require vodka beforehand), so I sprinted back to my office to write the last three letters.
Reader, I wrote them. And then I went for a run, and ate mixed nuts and an apple for dinner because I didn't have any deciding power left in me and that particular dinner did not require any decisions. If my judger were working, it might judge this post as unworthy of the light of day. But HAHA judger, that's what you get for pooping out on us. No. I mean, come back soon, judger; we miss you.
Good thing there are still a couple-three weeks until Christmas, because otherwise I'd be waaaay behind.