crunchy
Poor Heatley. He was almost a god among men.
I want that two hours and eighteen minutes of my life back.
UPDATE: 28 November 2005, 11:47 PM
Ugh. So . . . sick.
I have one of those colds where you wish you could pull your sinuses out of
your nose and then step on them, because then you'd feel better. I staggered
through this weekend, when
Lisa and Nate were
here, and then kind of died slowly yesterday. I took today off work for an
extra day of rest, which I definitely need, and to catch up on all the work I
didn't do this weekend.
Because it's CRUNCH TIME, folks. I have to write two twenty-page papers
between now and Sunday night (they're due 6 December and 8 December,
respectively), as well as working and going to school and doing
a presentation tomorrow night. Then, I have to mark forty papers between
Sunday and Thursday, 8 December, as well as working, and preparing for a
meeting with a sociology professor about my tutorial next semester. Then I'm
going to Markham on Friday, 9 December, for the Neilsen Christmas party. Then
we're racing home in order to be here for the Art Show on Saturday, 10
December. Then I have to write another paper for 16 December, and proctor an
exam on 15 December.
And do Christmas shopping.
And maybe sleep.
See you in three weeks.
Posted by Ally at December 1, 2005 09:21 PM