Exhausted
It’s been a busy two weeks. Here’s a partial list of what I’ve done.
Graduated. Sort of, anyway.
Turned thirty.
Co-hosted a large-ish graduation party.
Graded finals (for a very grueling, demanding lecturer).
Flew to Burlington. And discovered that I may be allergic to Burlington.
Found a place to live in Burlington next year. It is an old mil.
Drove to Philadelphia to visit college friends.
Bused to Washington D.C. for a wedding.
Had a dissertation defense panic attack.
Read three Nick Hornby books.
Those are the highlights. It ended up being a lot of things to plan simultaneously. I was left unable to devote enough attention to, among other things, the Brangelina baby. Today, I will catch up. And watch the French Open for many, many hours.
Graduated. Sort of, anyway.
Turned thirty.
Co-hosted a large-ish graduation party.
Graded finals (for a very grueling, demanding lecturer).
Flew to Burlington. And discovered that I may be allergic to Burlington.
Found a place to live in Burlington next year. It is an old mil.
Drove to Philadelphia to visit college friends.
Bused to Washington D.C. for a wedding.
Had a dissertation defense panic attack.
Read three Nick Hornby books.
Those are the highlights. It ended up being a lot of things to plan simultaneously. I was left unable to devote enough attention to, among other things, the Brangelina baby. Today, I will catch up. And watch the French Open for many, many hours.
posted by OleNelson at 12:20 PM
3 Comments:
Will you be grinding your own cornmeal in your old mill apartment? Starching your own flour? Threshing your own, uh, powdered sugar?
Update: Dammtt - I hate it when I mistype the verification word.
Hey, Happy Birthday! Do you share a birthday with the Brangelina baby? If so, you must be blessed!
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