It is Saturday. Which means Hulu.com and brunch, problem sets and econ chapters, procrastinating, cooking, studying, and walking that tight rope of relaxation and working-- a rope that I too often fall off of, careening too far into repose to be productive. This weekend was to be my big Michigan outing, a giant road trip with the Park Street folks I'd been talking about for months. Instead, I am home. Just back from dim sum with school friends. Because it's Saturday. And I have finals next week. Because I'm a student now. It's not bad, but it's different. We talk about things like the "school of public health fist bump" that Mary et al invented. (Make like you're about to bump fists, stop, air pump two squirts of Purell, rub vigorously, then go in to finish the bump. I plan on greeting everyone like this.)
(talking to a different Mary and Decision Scientist at work this week...)
Moi: I get to go home right now while y'alls work for another hour.
Mary: Rub it in, why don't you.
Moi: And when I get home, I'm going to do homework for 3 hours.
Decider: Yeah, that backpack looks rather large...
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