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So, here I am procrastinating. I wrote half a 10-page paper this week, just finished a 5-page paper, and have another 10-pager to go. Before I leave for Thanksgiving. This semester has sucked. I'm ready to be done. At least, I'm ready to be challenged. My neurobiology professor hates me, I'm pretty sure. He tells me my work isn't up to par (which is BS, since I have one of the highest grades in the class). So whatever...
This weekend Andrew and I are going to a bed and breakfast on the Cape Hatteras seashore. They have a movie theater on the grounds, and I reserved the nicest room with a whirlpool and everything... I intend for it to be horribly glorious. Sex, sleep, food, and beach all weekend long. What more could a girl ask for?
This is, of course, before the mandatory holiday with the Corbos. I'm looking forward to it in a lot of ways (about five ways -- my siblings) and some of my family, but not to other parts of it. At least we have our own hotel room...
OK. Paper. I can do it.
This weekend Andrew and I are going to a bed and breakfast on the Cape Hatteras seashore. They have a movie theater on the grounds, and I reserved the nicest room with a whirlpool and everything... I intend for it to be horribly glorious. Sex, sleep, food, and beach all weekend long. What more could a girl ask for?
This is, of course, before the mandatory holiday with the Corbos. I'm looking forward to it in a lot of ways (about five ways -- my siblings) and some of my family, but not to other parts of it. At least we have our own hotel room...
OK. Paper. I can do it.