First weekend at Borders completed. Result: exhausted. It was both Easter weekend and the weekend after Filene's Basement opened next to us. It was insane. We went $5,000 over plan on Saturday (for a total of $30,000 according to
thestraymutt), and at least $1,000 over yesterday, which is unheard-of for a Sunday. My. Feet. Hurt.
I had already decided not to go to Astro lab this morning, and I got about 10 hours of sleep, maybe, so that was nice. Then, however, my body decided to go into girl mode. So, I spent the day curled up on the futon consuming the spoils of my Easter basket. I watched the remainder of SGA season 1, though. Of course, it ends with The Seige Parts I and II, and Part III is on the next box set, which Erin has (we traded). So my sense of the continuity of the series is hopelessly confused. I'm all excited about Season 3 resuming on Sci-Fi this coming Friday (I miss Ronon), but now I'll be at Borders (and it's the night of the Cal Ripken signing), so I don't know whether I'll be home for the 12 am repeat showing. Mayhap Adam will DVR it for me. Will you, dear?
After work yesterday, my parents and aunt were watching Planet Earth on Discovery. We watched a pride of lions take down an elephant, then switched to CSI and watched humans take down other humans. I suppose that says something about us. Possibly something awesome.
I think that my senioritis has morphed into pure apathy. I have a draft of my Posada paper due on Wednesday, which I haven't done anything other than the first bits of research on, and I don't care. Really, I don't. It's astounding. Part of it is that I hate having to write drafts, for myself or a professor, and part of it is that I just do not care. This is not a good thing.
But I'm trying to get out of the sleepless hole I was in, so I will go. Good night, all.