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That 2000 number was pretty much pulled out of nowhere. I’m not sure how many I’ll need, I just know I’ll need a lot more than what I have right now. But being undead is definitely something to aspire to. You know, I saw Castaway for the first time last month and actually felt envious of Tom Hanks: “Damn, I wish surviving for one more day was all I had to worry about.”
I think I may be reaching the point where surviving for one more day may be all I have to worry about… ;-P And, whatever your number is, I’m sure mine is higher – so, if you do more precise calculations, don’t tell me – I don’t wanna know… ;-P
Awesome post. I wish it worked for me. But when I act dead to the world I also feel too dead to write. Somehow, I do better with a balance. Maybe it’s because I’m not yet in terminal stage dissertation writing mode… maybe it’s because I’m alone in a foreign country. Anyway, good luck!
Oh, I’m only mostly dead… ;-P The main issue is actually that – really only very, very recently – I suddenly have this proliferation of people who want to drop in for quick chats or invite me to social things. Which is all well-intentioned, and I value these overtures deeply – it’s just that I tend to be one of these “small circle of friends” sorts of folks at the best of times – and my schedule right now is not what I’d call the best of times… So I’m trying, as gently as possible, to carve out some time and space that I can reliably spend as I’d like, without worrying about work-related interruptions – even interruptions with a social intent. It’s proving remarkably difficult to achieve. Hence my envy for the dead… ;-P