|Mice, men, et moi
||[Feb. 27th, 2004|06:26 pm]
I had a plan for the weekend. It consisted of sitting on my ass and doing nothing. Maybe a little yard work.
Now it turns out that my faculty advisor wants my next draft of my paper on Monday. Which, coincidentally, is the last day that I can hand in changes and improvements for consideration when the Editors committee meets to decide which of the accepted papers gets published. So instead of my weekend off to recover, I get the weekend to write. Again. Had to run over to school after work to pick up the reviews for their notes.
Here's the bad part about having a variety of transportation options for getting to work and school. I came out of the law school just as the Freeway bus that takes me home pulled up - sweet!!! I jumped right on. Fortunately, I realized before it got on the freeway that I had taken the train and my car was at the rapid station, nowhere near where the bus was taking me. With Ferrett out of town that had the potential of being a gigantic headache.
It's gratifying to be a dork in such a way that it is merely amusing and not a crisis.