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I have a test tomorrow and was going to come home and do the reading [studying] for it (after a trip to Kato). Only problem with that plan was my roomie and her boy appeared and we ended up grilling and doing fondue (with wine of course) and s'mores (over the grill) and watching a movie. So now it is 12:30 in the morning and I still have yet to accomplish anything today (other than buying things). Fabulous. The main problem is I no longer care about the class the test is in which has a long story behind it (sparknotes version: the prof's a douche).
But this week has gone incredibly fast. Which is only a problem because I still have very much work to do before the semester ends. Well, not "very" much, but thinking about it and making lists makes it seem kind of like a lot (and kind of not). But tomorrow is my last day for the week because the two classes I have on Fridays have been canceled (one because the prof wanted to give us a day off since we've been working os hard this semester and one because the class is over).
And this now seems like it is lacking a point, but I am very tired (too many late nights + a couple glasses of wine = sleepy) and have decided to get up early to read through some chapter summaries and type up critiques. So this will remain pretty pointless while I close my eyes and drift away.