where doing a few things seems like progress
I read about a hundred pages of House Made of Dawn this afternoon in the Suzzallo Reading Room. Such a great place to read: impossibly high ceilings, it feels so old and studious, and very quiet. Well, except for the time when maintenance people were reconstructing a table light fixture. Next time, I think I'll pack warmer clothes though.
After I'd finished the assigned reading, I went to get some groceries at Trader Joe's and had a late lunch. Having food at home makes me feel a lot better. If I could only remember my multi-vitamin.
I dozed off a bit during el presidente's speech tonight. Sure, I don't really agree with him and there were the occasional nu-cu-lar, overuse of regime, and gathering threats ... I don't think it was horrible. It did seem tacky that his primetime address was given from some sort of pep rally in Cincinnati. Whatever.
I still have a couple of things to read and write for tomorrow's classes. Back to work.
After I'd finished the assigned reading, I went to get some groceries at Trader Joe's and had a late lunch. Having food at home makes me feel a lot better. If I could only remember my multi-vitamin.
I dozed off a bit during el presidente's speech tonight. Sure, I don't really agree with him and there were the occasional nu-cu-lar, overuse of regime, and gathering threats ... I don't think it was horrible. It did seem tacky that his primetime address was given from some sort of pep rally in Cincinnati. Whatever.
I still have a couple of things to read and write for tomorrow's classes. Back to work.
