I rock the house. I even rock the Casbah. Here is how much I rock the weekend:
1. 32 page paper on media portrayal of inner-military rape, not started until Friday night and not due until Wednesday night? Done.
2. Brunch with Renee and Sofiya? Attended.
3. Annual LBJ Follies? Also attended.
4. Alcohol consumed? None.
I would like mad props now, please.
I do still have stuff to do--two finals this week (one Wednesday, one Friday), and one of them requires a pre-written essay of a few pages that I will need to at least get started on this afternoon. Still, the fact that I worked my ass off all weekend and actually finished this paper (yes, this is the one I was whining about maybe having to take an incomplete or get an extension on or whatever) not just on time, but ahead of time, makes me giddy. Plus it's actually pretty good, or at least I thought it was last night at midnight or so when I wrote the conclusion. I'm actually sort of scared to go back and look at it now.