Thursday, February 24, 2005
blech
Sometimes, as a student, I find my life goes something like this:
9:30 p.m. Done with work. Excited to sit down and research ethnic formation and racial politics.
9:45 p.m. Picking up something quick at a fast food place, hoping they aren't just microwaving it. Thinking about how much reading I will do.
10:06 p.m. Arrive at apartment, kiss bride-to-be. Food has gone cold during drive, so heat up in microwave. Change out of work clothes.
10:10 p.m. Eat microwave-soggy fast food and chat with bride-to-be about school, work, etc.
10:40 p.m. Excitedly set down plate and turn mind to research, pulling out book on national identity.
10:43 p.m. Fall asleep on book.
Though I wish, at this point, that the story would end, "Climb into bed and go to sleep," it never does. Tonight the coda went:
12:33 a.m. Wake up asleep on bride-to-be, who chuckles at the television. Wonder what happened.
12:45 a.m. Kiss bride-to-be good night and gather bookbag, books, and clothes from work.
12:49 a.m. Begin drive home.
12:51 a.m. Stop at Walgreens. Buy chocolate bars 4/$1. Resume drive home and open Snickers.
1:00 a.m. Merge onto highway and get shamefully passed by two decrepit rust-deformed late 80s Hondas piloted by "street racing" teens. Shake head in disappointment at how they changed the Snickers.
1:10 a.m. Arrive home and vow to go immediately to bed.
1:20 a.m. Check e-mail.
1:30 a.m. Look at Flickr.
1:50 a.m. Blog.
1:59 a.m. Curse and remind self how much research on ethnic identity must be done tomorrow.
9:30 p.m. Done with work. Excited to sit down and research ethnic formation and racial politics.
9:45 p.m. Picking up something quick at a fast food place, hoping they aren't just microwaving it. Thinking about how much reading I will do.
10:06 p.m. Arrive at apartment, kiss bride-to-be. Food has gone cold during drive, so heat up in microwave. Change out of work clothes.
10:10 p.m. Eat microwave-soggy fast food and chat with bride-to-be about school, work, etc.
10:40 p.m. Excitedly set down plate and turn mind to research, pulling out book on national identity.
10:43 p.m. Fall asleep on book.
Though I wish, at this point, that the story would end, "Climb into bed and go to sleep," it never does. Tonight the coda went:
12:33 a.m. Wake up asleep on bride-to-be, who chuckles at the television. Wonder what happened.
12:45 a.m. Kiss bride-to-be good night and gather bookbag, books, and clothes from work.
12:49 a.m. Begin drive home.
12:51 a.m. Stop at Walgreens. Buy chocolate bars 4/$1. Resume drive home and open Snickers.
1:00 a.m. Merge onto highway and get shamefully passed by two decrepit rust-deformed late 80s Hondas piloted by "street racing" teens. Shake head in disappointment at how they changed the Snickers.
1:10 a.m. Arrive home and vow to go immediately to bed.
1:20 a.m. Check e-mail.
1:30 a.m. Look at Flickr.
1:50 a.m. Blog.
1:59 a.m. Curse and remind self how much research on ethnic identity must be done tomorrow.
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