Tuesday Night

Well, Tuesday night is half-price (aka $2) pint night at Carney's, and guess where I'm not?  That's right, Carney's.

I was a very good girl today.  I dragged my butt out of bed, got to campus two hours early, started drafting Project Two (the scale is going to drive me to drinking if anything is GRRR), took a lunch break, went to class, then worked for well over four hours on finishing that reel I've been scanning for over a week now.  I must have spent at least 12-14 hours on that damn thing and there are about 20 more.  That agonized scream you heard?  It was my eyes.

Then I came home, made dinner, and worked on my presentation until 10.  Took a half hour break, and worked on it until 11, and loaded it on my flash drive and emailed it to myself.  Number #1 of grad school: BACK UP EVERYTHING.  BACK UP YOUR BACKUPS.  BACK UP YOUR BACKUP BACKUPS.  Trust no one, and most of all, no flash drive!

Now I'm "relaxing" and my dishes are done, my backpack packed (except for my netbook which is charging), my lunch is already packed and water bottle filled, and my entire outfit for tomorrow laid out.  All I have to do tomorrow is wake up, shower, and eat, and I can pretty much go straight out the door.

Being a good girl is such a load of crap.  What's a bigger load of crap is how crappy I'd feel if I hadn't worked my ass off all day and had gone out to Carney's.  Having a conscience...well let's just say it's inconvenient at times.

Time to lie on the couch and watch Friends to wind down before bed.