starfrosting | beat down to my. (Reply)

Oops. Well, I said I'd be home at 11 and now here I am, 2:20. Split a cab home with Jack figuring it'd be cheaper but instead we went all the way to his house in Rathgar and so I spent even more than usual on the cab, ay. I said I'd finish my paper tonight but there's no way in hell. My mom and grandmother get here tomorrow round 7am so I'm thinking what I'll do is bring my work and head over to meet them at their hotel, hang out get fed do whatever and spend a quiet Thursday evening pounding away at this damn paper. I don't even care anymore, but I need to get it done *well* so I can impress the pants off my professor. Okay, I don't want to get into his (fake?) leather pants, but that's not the point. I still want him to be impressed.

Oh, ego attachment and paper production.
Oh, being ever so exhausted.
Oh, essentially having alcohol for dinner. That's so not kosher for Pesach but I'll do everything but alcohol this time around I suppose.

Happy Pesach to all of you who observe.
And I can think the institution of Easter for the whole country closing down for the next 4 days.