By Friday, I am usually pretty wiped. It generally involves a pre-fives nap and then I'm good. This Friday, I got home at 5.30 and pretty much did not get off the couch for 24 hours except to go to the bathroom and make a bowl of cereal.
After teaching on Friday, I spent the better part of the day running around trying to finish the Spring Awakening display, which involved not only the dramaturgical display, but also 20 huge production photos (and bios). Just trying to make it fit, let alone, making it look good was quite a challenge. In the end, I was very pleased with the result. I would be even more pleased if anyone actually looked at it.
Skipped the opening and a dance concert and Gator in favor of the couch. Smoking Fairy came over and we watched TV. I lounged. I finally watched Motorcycle Diaries. Started catching up on sleep. It was horribly indulgent, but so nice.
Now I have to get back to work. Finished composing my lecture (sitting on the couch), dragged my butt off to do some dishes and laundry. Now I just have to read Materialist theory and completely revamp my presentation for my mini-conference on Saturday. At UCSB. But no pressure or anything. I just keep reminding me that they can't UN-accept me.
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