Remember in the first season of Alias when Sidney went to grad school and had trouble keeping up because of her secret identity? That's how I feel, but instead of being an international spy who gets to dress up in funky outfits, my secret identity consists of going to post-adolescent keg parties and watching hours of bad TV. I am so easily distracted it's scary. I still can't concentrate. Today, however, I will slog through. But, back to Alias -- If the CIA/SD-6 had all these experts at their beck and call, couldn't they have just given Sid papers for her classes? Doesn't that help with her cover? Anyway...
This weekend Simon had a party and I performed my first keg stand. I'm 28 years old. I am truly pathetic.
Yet another Athens friend was in town this weekend, so I went with him and his friend who goes to one of Main Line liberal arts schools for cheesesteaks. I think I'm actually sick of cheesesteaks. I never thought I would say that.
Well, time to finish that lit review/theory section of my methods paper that's due today. (Yes, today. I told you I'm slack. It's not graded, though, so I really don't care all that much. I just want something to hand in.)