Any day you've already done eleven hours of school work by 3:30pm.
And did I mention that my ice scrapper BROKE as I tried to clean the solid sheet of ice off my car this morning? Yes, yes, it did.
And that I apparently haven't learned my lesson, because the new jeans that I just bought for $8 on black Friday are ALSO sliding down on a regular basis? It's called a "belt," Margaret. Or a pair of jeans that, what do they call that?, oh yes, FITS. Sheesh. :)
OH! And that I'm writing an abstract for a conference that my two bosses and I will hopefully get to go to next May? And that it's in DC??? :) :) :) :) :) (The conference, not the abstract.) And that I don't mind writing, but it's almost finals week and I have three, oh, make that four other papers to write and I want to be done with this abstract but I also don't want to embarrass myself by sending a half-baked one to these profs?
And that I'm getting sick? You can blame this post on the Sudafed.
A little something about me
- Margaret
- college town, Upper midwest, United States
- Sometimes late at night I break into song. And in recognition of that whole it's - really - too - late - for - anyone - to - expect - me - to - be - rational thing, I typically preface my musical rendition with, "That reminds me of a song...and it goes a little something like this." And so, when the mood strikes me, or the hour is late enough ;) , here is where I'll break into the silly songs of my childhood, the pseudo-intellectual ramblings of my grad student-hood, the haphazard mutterings of my single-hood, the philosophical musings of my female-hood, the inspirational babblings of my human-hood, the frazzled sputterings of my junior high French teacher-hood. So world, this is me. These are my thoughts, this is my life. And it goes a little something like this...
2 comments:
I do some of my best thinking on Sudafed! ha ha!
Good luck with it all!!
Good luck getting everything finished!
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