. . .you're trying to get some laundry done while you're working on the big end-of-term paper and you don't really have time to make the bed just then so you throw the clump of newly-washed sheets on top of the mattress thinking you'll take care of that when you need a break later except then you forget all about the sheets until your brain craps out on you around 1:30 in the morning and the only thing you want or are even capable of accomplishing that point is catching a few hours of blessed rest and then suddenly you remember: #@$! I never made the bed.
Don't you just hate moments like that?
Yeah, me too.
*this post would have been made much earlier this morning but blogger has been down most of the day. One the upside, the term paper is now done and turned in. Some summary comments to write up and turn in to Chris, and I have successfully survived the first year of PhDland. Woot.
If you're looking for other amusements this evening, this story from Eileen is hilarious. It was even more hilarious over a celebratory end-of-term dinner earlier tonight, but the recounting on her blog is also quite good!
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