I'm subbing this year because of student teaching in the spring, so I don't get called into work everyday. Leaves me with a lot of time on my hands that should be dedicated to my grad work. Instead it looks like the following:

It begins by waking up at 6:30 to stay in work mode (read: I actually wake up at 8). I make some coffee, put on James Horner Pandora, and immediately begin writing Aloise emails. She doesn't seem to mind...

I think about doing some deconstructed cereal, but decide against being a slug. Slug season is over.

Instead I decide to learn how to poach an egg because Clare said she can poach an egg and how can Clare poach an egg and I can't? The result is beautiful. I immediately email Aloise to tell her. 

"Bon appétit!" Julia Childs

I feel accomplished. I think about doing some homework but then think more heavily about what I'm going to wear to Dad's party:

Hate em all. Let's check Zappos.

Hey, hey, I can wear this! Wait - is that me? Pretty sure that's me. If it sounds like a duck and quacks like a duck! (Right, Mom?) I'm getting it!!! 

Then my sh*tty, ungrateful roommate reminds me I'm semi-unemployed.

H and hole. Back to square one:

I can't deal, so I put on a Ted Talk about working with your limitations instead of against them ("EMBRACE THE SHAKE") and decide to make dinner for later and another coffee because I still don't want to do homework. 

"Bon appétit!" Julia Childs

Inevitably, I return to the important stuff.

Alarmingly, I realize one of the dresses works perfectly! EMBRACE THE SHAKE! The rooms and I celebrate and I immediately email Aloise to tell her.

With that feat conquered, I can't avoid my responsibilities...

"Never put off till tomorrow what can be done today!"  Mark Twain

But it's so painful that I have to stop (Sorry, Mark). I go on a walk with Ian and find a little cozy house in West Hartford that is for sale and I love and will be perfect for Christmas time. 

Then my a$$hole, selfish roommate tells me it's over $450k and I'm semi-unemployed.

"You can't always get what you wa-a-ant" The Stones and Cy

Anyway, this is my day, sort of. This is probably the worst post I've ever written, which is pretty terrible considering I've spend a decent amount of time on it to avoid finishing homework. Which leads me to 10 pm and lots left to do.

"Offer it up!" - Mom