I swear. Because I love my BritLit teacher. Seriously, she's terrific, the class is great, everything is great. But she is ill, and just cancelled class tonight. Call me immature, but
I. Am. So. Happy.
Again, not at her illness. Not at getting out of the class (we're reading Patrick McCabe's Breakfast on Pluto, and I heart it).
But.
Our BritLit papers are due at 5pm tomorrow. Mine is in decent shape (actually, I kind of think it rocks) but still needs tweaking; I have a German vocab quiz tomorrow (guinea pig, anyone? Not you, Sean.); I have oodles and oodles of work on my desk from my new editing gig (Yea for work! And yea for work I like! And yea for work that pays way better than my last job!).
And it's tax day, which this year is very, very good for me. Very good.
Oh, and get this: I'm fairly certain that your boyfriend did not land another major modeling job today. Mine did.
Now, in honor of my suddenly free evening, I am going to scrape the top layer of scum off our kitchen.
2 comments:
Hey, no fair picking on my boyfriend when he's not even here to defend himself!
Congrats on the unexpected free evening!
Question for you regarding the Marathon poll: how much do you actually enjoy running? Cuz that's a lot of running. A lot. Running. Not even being chased by a knife-wielding maniac.
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