Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Predictions

The other day, in comments to one of my update posts, Rachel teased
You're not a real grad student until you've either fallen asleep in the library while trying to complete a paper or you've been kicked out of the library because it's closing time.
Turns out, she's quite the sage.

This morrning, I did my usual MWF routine: dropping the kids off at school, getting stuck in traffic, debating on getting breakfast, going to the library. But I was soooo tired today just thinking of wrapping everything up so I can spend Easter with my family and submit my new, revised groundbreaking dissertation by Tuesday. Around 10:45 A.M., after shifting papers, reorganizing my books, scribbling on a notepad and generally getting nothing accomplished in my carrel, I decided I had to take a nap. I was so sleepy, it was the only way I would get anything done today.

So, I prepared to lay (lie? I never know) my head on the desk. Only, with breasts like mine, my head was still inches off the desk. I grabbed a three-inch binder full of articles, placed the sweatshirt I keep in the carrel on it and tried again. Still, the boobies are too high. I realized I could slide my chair way back, so that my breasts weren't on the desktop. But having them there, just hangin' in the wind wasn't comfortable for my breasts or my back. So, on top of the binder I place a really thick volume of the 1960 Congressional Record, an empty book bag, and the sweatshirt. Success!! I took some deep breaths and fell asleep.

30 minutes later, I woke up with neck pain and the beginnings of a headache. But I was still sleepy and determined. So, I sat up, draped the sweatshirt over my head (both to shield my eyes from the light and to cover my face because I know I looked a complete fool), pulled my arms into my t-shirt (it was cold!), and went back to sleep--sitting up.

I woke up mildly refreshed, called a former union official (who has agreed to let me interview her, but that will have to be in the eventual book), and came downstairs to check my e-mail and give y'all the required dose of TMI. It's the strangest thing--it's like I am exhausted, but still motivated. I really want to do this, sleep be damned :-)

I'm on my way back up. I have four hours before I have to pick up the kids and I need to make them count.

6 comments:

RachelsTavern said...

Your lost your grad student virginity. LOL!

RageyOne said...

LOL! That is too funny - how you were trying to position yourself for comfort with respect to the boobies!

Quinn said...

I always liked some comedienne who talked about how boobies should come in interchangeable sizes. So you pick the small ones for jogging (and for sleeping in the library) and the big ones for, well, other stuff.

Quinn said...

Also, can I just say I kind of like your embracing the word "boobies"? It's so innocent and fun.

elle said...

LMAO!

wwwmama said...

makes me want to find a library...
when i was an undergrad i couldn't walk into a library without having to poop. don't know what it was, but that library toilet saw more of my poo than my own toilet.

(i know, you didn't need to know that)

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