Following on from Friday's post, I'd like to add that freedom from ELT is being fought for despite my fatigue at the end of each day. I'm ploughing through work with patience, while plotting my next project in my head simultaneously. And when I've edited my daily designated quota of ELT text, I move on to what I love to do. Write. Right?
Indeed, it may injure my brain cells, like a lotta overload of liquor. Indeed, it may tire me tremendously, like I've run rampantly round and round a roundabout, looking for the red sign at the end of the road, that reads,
But I seriously cannot sleep without having done at least a little bit. It's an illness. I've decided I'd like to call it laziless. And yes, I like inventing words - adding to the vast array of English lexis - because lately the dictionary lacks lustre. It's time to pull out the post-its and play.
*Note: Posted this morning, on behalf of last night, because last night I was too tired!