Being Responsible

I was leaving a party Saturday night (more on that later) and checked Facebook on my phone.  Saw a bunch of posts about a major crash at 436/434 (some big roads near where my parents live) and got concerned, so I called home with my bluetooth hands free thing as I drove home.  They were fine, thank goodness.  They asked where I was calling from - I guess I sounded funny hands-free? - and I told them I was leaving a party to go home and work.

I complained, "How LAME does that make me, leaving a party early to go do work?"

Mom said, (approvingly) "I think it sounds very responsible and grown-up!"

Me: "I don't WANNA grow up!"

Mom: "You're 27!"

Me: "...still don't wanna..."

I still hate growing up.  But I got my homework done and turned in this morning, went to class (got two homeworks turned back and I got a 93 on one and a 98 on the other!!!), got a bunch of books for this presentation next week, went to my scholarship meeting, was VERY BAD INDEED and got Chinese food on the way home, came home and ate, had my glorious hour of Agents of SHIELD, and then did an hour of work.  I wish I'd done two, but there's just no way I could have mentally or physically handled it.  As soon as I finish this I'm going straight to bed.  I'm bringing a book, but I honestly don't think I'm going to read anything.  I overslept by two hours this morning and STILL I'm exhausted and can't work one second longer.

This is me being responsible and taking care of my body.  Because, any way you cut it, my body and my health are way more important to me than grad school.