In reverse order (of course):
I must be at the airport for 3pm. It is currently 9:30am and i have not packed yet.
I spent Thursday night in the emergency room. I tore a muscle in my chest wall. This hurts. The doctor and the x-ray technician were both sweethearts. Mark is a saint for volunteering to drive me to the hospital without being asked and coming to get us (Veronica stayed with me… ode to Veronica inserted here) at 4am. Hence, i am still one paper to complete before even thinking about packing.
On Tuesday, i submitted my first paper late (ever) and was told i would be penalized. I thought it was a true piece of crap (on cultural theory). I got a 90. Go me. So i spent yesterday finishing Wicked (which is a great read, i’m just not so sure about the whole premise of rewriting a classic from another perspective) instead of writing the aforementioned paper.
I need to get to work.