I Should Major In Procrastination
I'm liking the warmer weather, but being treated to icy blasts of air conditioning every time I walk inside a store/restaurant/whatever is killing my buzz. Not to mention making it near impossible to do anything productive; all my energy is going towards keeping me warm. I've been out for two and half hours and haven't typed a word of my research paper. So I still have fifteen pages to write by Friday, my laptop battery is apparently on reserve power, and there are no plugs nearby. Damnation.
On the plus side, my Research TA finally emailed me back, so I know what time we're meeting tomorrow. Still no word from my Shakespeare TA, though, so I'll email her again once I get home.
Hey, I just remembered: I had a dream about my Shakespeare class last night. It was pretty convoluted, but there were two main parts - first I showed up to class without my book (big mistake), and then I got a perfect score on my final paper. Which is about as far removed from reality as you can get - my paper sucked. Even in my dream, I was like, "What, are you kidding? Was he drunk?"
But as fascinating as that is, my battery really is about to die, so I should stop here.
On the plus side, my Research TA finally emailed me back, so I know what time we're meeting tomorrow. Still no word from my Shakespeare TA, though, so I'll email her again once I get home.
Hey, I just remembered: I had a dream about my Shakespeare class last night. It was pretty convoluted, but there were two main parts - first I showed up to class without my book (big mistake), and then I got a perfect score on my final paper. Which is about as far removed from reality as you can get - my paper sucked. Even in my dream, I was like, "What, are you kidding? Was he drunk?"
But as fascinating as that is, my battery really is about to die, so I should stop here.