Life of a Creative Writing Grad Student [and knitter]

The occasional opining of a sleep-deprived grad student, with cheese.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Early!

This is Rehkmira, signing in today at an ungodly hour. I managed to wake this morning due to the ingenious help of the cat. She was upset about something, and started crying in the kitchen. My alarm had just gone off, so I was awake enough to hear her. I figured, why not? I got out of bed to find that she was out of food, poor dear, and only had what she had scattered on the floor earlier. Oh my. I showered, dressed, ate, and all that before feeding her, because she gets fed at eight, and if she starts getting fed much earlier on a regular basis my hopes of sleeping in on Saturdays are shot to pieces. So then.

I'm here. It's early, and I have a class to observe. But you know what? We did a new balancing act in yoga, and I didn't fall over. Good day. I'm in the third closest parking space, and the rest of the lot is empty. The lights were flashing yellow on the way here, since they click at about seven to the red-yellow-green system. It is freaking cold out right now, and I'm very glad I had that light jacket in the car. I need to do laundry, and the only good shirt I had to wear today is very thin with really short sleeves. It would have been a painful walk to class.

I've had my first "official" run-in with a certain someone, and now am off the hook. Apparently, everyone has at least one, and it's better to get it over with early in the game. I'll tell more in an email at home, if you really want to know. Or if I, heh heh, know you. Sorry to say, strangers are out of this loop.

Well, I'm going to try to get some grading done. They've got the system reconfigured so that we're all up to where we were before on quotas that need meeting. And I have a modular story due Monday. No ideas yet. They will come, however, with patience. Friday is the day the lat one hit me, and I do tend to get more creative stuff done on Fridays. Oh well.

See you tonight, probably.

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