The day is looking up.
After getting only 4 hours of sleep on Sunday night (Alley Cat--mea culpa), I was looking forward to getting in some novel writing and going to bed early last night. Nothing doing.
I've been skipping my anthro theory class for the past two weeks. I look at my syllabus last night and realize I have an exam paper due the next day (today). I don't even have the question it's over because I would have received it in class. I call up my buddy Scott and get the essay question. I dig out the books I should have been reading this whole time. I take notes and write down citations for about 3 hours. I go to bed around 11. I get up at 6:30 and go to work at 8. I work till 10:30 then haul ass over to campus so I can write a paper before it's due in class at 12:30. I realize I must have stepped in dog shit as I walked across the grass when I left the library and I've tracked it all over my car. Thank God I have handy wipes. So it's already a little after 11 when I finally get to the foreign language lab. I crank out a passable piece of crap and burn rubber over the the Wagar building. I walk in just in time and sit down for an hour and fifteen lecture I've no intention of taking notes over. I'm going to novel instead. Then our prof, whom most think is a heinous bitch, says, "I know you guys must be burnt out, so have a nice afternoon." We're free. Things are looking up.
I've been skipping my anthro theory class for the past two weeks. I look at my syllabus last night and realize I have an exam paper due the next day (today). I don't even have the question it's over because I would have received it in class. I call up my buddy Scott and get the essay question. I dig out the books I should have been reading this whole time. I take notes and write down citations for about 3 hours. I go to bed around 11. I get up at 6:30 and go to work at 8. I work till 10:30 then haul ass over to campus so I can write a paper before it's due in class at 12:30. I realize I must have stepped in dog shit as I walked across the grass when I left the library and I've tracked it all over my car. Thank God I have handy wipes. So it's already a little after 11 when I finally get to the foreign language lab. I crank out a passable piece of crap and burn rubber over the the Wagar building. I walk in just in time and sit down for an hour and fifteen lecture I've no intention of taking notes over. I'm going to novel instead. Then our prof, whom most think is a heinous bitch, says, "I know you guys must be burnt out, so have a nice afternoon." We're free. Things are looking up.