I'm in bed with the laptop and the cat; LG is making her way to sleep in the next room (I know she's not there yet because I can hear her sucking [yes, she still sucks a pacifier!]).
What I should do tonight: change the sheets, clean the bathroom, empty the dishwasher, put in a load of laundry, grade papers, call back my tax guy.
What I feel like doing: watching whatever I can find on Hulu, eating french fries and chocolate (hell, I'd open a bottle of wine except I'm already headache-ing from the hormones).
What I will probably do: most of the above, minus the papers (my feeling on this is that it's always in my students' best interest not to grade papers when I really can't stand to look at another piece of student writing on the SAME FREAKING BOOK [seriously, they had four to choose from, and 21/29 were on the same text!]).
The sucking has stopped. It's probably safe to go downstairs with the laundry and get on with the night.
I wonder if the tax guy will comment on my attempts to deduct almost $3000 in fees to the Cryobank.
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