Mama Said They'll Be Days Like These

So yesterday I flitted and floated around campus, running useless errands and having hour-long talks with people who could not give me jobs. I phoned it in with a miserable and measly 3.5-ish miles at the gym (back on the treadmill, gah) and then came home, pigged out, and went to bed early. Like 10pm early, which is very early for me, at least. Today I truly paid for it. I have class at 10:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays but dragged my well-rested but somehow still-sleepy self out of bed at 7am and faced the day, determined to be productive. I got myself to campus and read for a solid hour and a half before class. After class I worked at the library from 12-6, pretty much straight through, as the last of my daily study-buddies gave up at 3:30. I crossed every single item off my to-do list for the day, which is no small feat. I actually did some research for my thesis, which I almost never have time to work on. I sent more "networking emails" and "requests for information interviews" and "kiss-up emails" (dear God SOMEONE please give me a job when I graduate!) and got several nice replies. I wrote a travel proposal to spend part of my spring break at the very glamorous destination hot spot known as St. Louis, Missouri. I need to paw through 15 boxes of 100 year old letters and I'd really like the department to pay for me to do it. Sounds thrilling, doesn't it? But now I am finally home, well-fed and drinking a nice Cote du Rhone, waiting for the boy to get here with Planet Earth so I can think about things that are not school, and finally relax for the night. Also? Remind me to tell you about that time I fell down the stairwell in the stacks and almost broke my neck. But not right now because the memory might still be too fresh.