Slackitude

Since rolling back into my apartment at 3.30PM on Friday, after doing 270 grades, I have been pretty much perma-pj-ed and surgically attached to my couch. It has been awesome.

No more grilled cheese sandwiches at 4AM! No more tripping over library books. No more pots of coffee! For right now.

Grades: The final looked alot better than the midterm. There was one kid who didn't bother to show up, probably because he knew nothing could save him now. People are actually allowed to fail here, unlike some schools I know. And the grades all average out about right.

Library: Infinitely satisfying to drop off 32 books. Less satisfying - schlepping up the Hill with them.

Just chillin': Friday night, after long naps for both of us, the other MA and I ate nachos and watched Frida. Because that was about all either of us was really capable of, having oatmeal for brains and still recovering from levels of sleep deprivation. I am currently trying to put myself back on a more normal, less grad student schedule, but it's not working so well. Yesterday, I hung out with a couple of the designers. Saw Darjeeling Limited and Dan in Real Life (through which we snarked heartily) because it's wicked cheap to see movies in this town. Made a trip to Donkey, where we inevitably ran into more people. And we represented the SOT at our favorite bartender's last night at the Gator.

Now, I have to do dishes and clean the bathroom, and probably take a nap before heading out. Unless I just become an uber-slacker, and wait till tomorrow morning.

on iTunes: "Walk or Ride" - The Ditty Bops