I just got done spending about 7 hours of my Saturday writing two papers that are due this weekend. The first was a group paper that I, the "coordinator," had to edit and compile. (This was a nightmare in its own right, mainly because to "coordinate" a group paper is really to rewrite it.) The second was an individual paper, which I actually enjoyed writing (wait, did I seriously just say that?) but it took forever because I am a perfectionist when it comes to my homework. (Just ask Craig. He'll tell you how mad I get when I receive a score of 91% on a paper. Stinkin' college professors. What do they know anyway?) (Except you, Laura.)
During the course of this long and arduous day, I realized a few things:
1) Craig is a saint. He took the girls to the zoo so that I could actually work (and think) in peace. (I am also a perfectionist when it comes to picking a spouse, in case you were wondering.) (Also, I already knew he was a saint.)
2) I eat like a maniac when I write a paper, especially if I am nervous because I don't know exactly how to convey my thoughts...which is often. One entire bag of popcorn, half a bag of chili lime sunflower seeds and a large Cherry Limeade later, I am a poster mommy for not snacking while studying.
3) My right hands gets mysteriously cold while I am typing. This would make sense if I typed with only my right hand and sat on my left hand. Which I don't.
4) I do much better work in my pajamas. I think this has to do with the elastic waistband. (See realization #2.)
5) I hate doing homework on a Saturday. (Oh wait, I already knew that, too.)
Now I'm off to fry my brain for what's left of the day. All this being smart makes me grouchy.
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