return of the pink sweatpants
In some quirk of self-defeating perversity, I keep hitting the snooze button. And then turned off the alarm. And fall back asleep. Luckily, I made it to Sec Trxns on time, but with several less-than-optimal event:
* Ate a cookie (the big valentine cookie I bought for M. from the OUTlaws) for breakfast. Was planning on eating oatmeal, but judged did not have time necessary to boil water.
* Didn't both getting dressed, but threw on socks and other necessary items to complete my pajamas...hence the pink sweatpants.
* Ran.
It was a Wednesday, but felt like a Monday. Moving through Molasses..or Metamucil. Am not the only one experiencing this phenomenon. Others have confirmed it. Suspect law school is a vortex on the Space-Time continuum. [interlude: I like words with 2 consecutive 'u's. Couldn't you replace them with one 'w' to save character space? like "continwm" or "vacwm"? That only succeeds in making the words look Welsh, while doing little for clarity.]
Tomorrow, I have meetings up the wazoo. I'm meeting an acquaintance for coffee at 10am, an estate planner for lunch at 12:45 pm, people who need their taxes done at 3pm and our friend the financial planner (m. and I know him from HS) at 5:30 pm.
Jazzercise makes my body hurt. I'm also tired. Is this supposed to get better?
* Ate a cookie (the big valentine cookie I bought for M. from the OUTlaws) for breakfast. Was planning on eating oatmeal, but judged did not have time necessary to boil water.
* Didn't both getting dressed, but threw on socks and other necessary items to complete my pajamas...hence the pink sweatpants.
* Ran.
It was a Wednesday, but felt like a Monday. Moving through Molasses..or Metamucil. Am not the only one experiencing this phenomenon. Others have confirmed it. Suspect law school is a vortex on the Space-Time continuum. [interlude: I like words with 2 consecutive 'u's. Couldn't you replace them with one 'w' to save character space? like "continwm" or "vacwm"? That only succeeds in making the words look Welsh, while doing little for clarity.]
Tomorrow, I have meetings up the wazoo. I'm meeting an acquaintance for coffee at 10am, an estate planner for lunch at 12:45 pm, people who need their taxes done at 3pm and our friend the financial planner (m. and I know him from HS) at 5:30 pm.
Jazzercise makes my body hurt. I'm also tired. Is this supposed to get better?