The surest way to get me to be domestic on a Sunday morning is to assign me a paper that has to be completed that day. I’ll do damned near anything–from vacuuming to laundry to mass production of next week’s lunches–to avoid getting started on it.
That said, I’m only two and two thirds papers and one final away from graduation.
Every year, on the occasion of the anniversary of our first date (during which we had dinner at the Denny’s on Blackstone Avenue in Fresno), Mark and I invade some unsuspecting branch of the chain for a tradition we call “Anniversary Denny’s”. There’s usually a photo involved, although there was none that first night in 2001, and I can’t seem to find one from 2003, either. Last year’s was special, if depressing; we were o different coasts, so we sent each other solo shots from our respective Denny’s.
Anyway, here’s the whole set to date:
My disorienting moment of the morning involved watching a sexual harassment video where everyone was dressed like cast members from Saved by the Bell inside a building at UNCG I hadn’t entered in eighteen years, and then hearing Jump by Kriss Kross blaring from someone’s car when I walked outside.
It almost made me want a beer and a cigarette.
I’m happy to announce that the long hell of summer is finally over around these parts, and that as of this morning, I finally had to give up and turn on the heat since the temperature inside the house was in the upper fifties.
I hate summer and am glad to see it go.
Alas, the cold weather and accompanying blanket fetish are also accentuating my fatigue now that I’m working full-time while going to school full-time while also doing my assorted part-time contract gigs. Suffice to say there has been very little free time this week. OK, what I meant to say is that there has been no free time this week, nor will there be any this weekend. I want more than anything to curl up on the couch and watch movies. That’s not going to happen, though.
It’s all worth it, because I’ve landed my dream job and I’m still quite excited about it. The two months between now and graduation are just going to suck, though, and there’s no way around it. There will be whining and complaining. Please bear with me.
Just what urban areas need: big new malls with lots of parking (as long as it’s hidden underground so they can pretend it’s not really there, especially when it’s not being used anyway).
Sorry for all the coyness and secrecy, but now that I’ve made the necessary notifications at my current position and all, I am most happy to announce that I have a really cool new job. What’s more, I have a cool new job doing pretty much exactly what I went to library school to do. Better still, I am officially considered university faculty in the aforementioned job, so I get lots of time off and benefits and stuff.
If I can get through the next two months till graduation, I will be very content.
And did I mention that I love my husband for putting up with my middle-aged graduate student ass for so long?
It’s time to drag out the happy, dancing Elmos again!
First time in days I’ve had a chance to do some reading:
Today might be my last weekday at home for quite some time. I’m torn between trying to get ahead on schoolwork and sitting on my ass watching movies all day. Of course, there are lots of other things I need to do, so it won’t be a day of pure sloth (or academics, should I choose that route) anyway.
Another PSA from my youth. I still find myself humming that groovy music once in a while. Unfortunately, I was almost forty years old before this one sank in completely:
