This weekend is meant to be a weekend filled with studying for a big midterm I have on Monday about…umm…about…well, something to do with liver enzymes and how Tylenol can be toxic…I think…
I started off pretty good.
I was at the university library this morning by 9am.
I hunkered down on the third floor where only the souls of fired librarians float through the stacks of dusty book shelves.
But for 3 hours without any kids, computer, husband, or phone to distract me, I was willing to put up with the horror movie scenario.
The problem, however, lies in the fact that I am a born procrastinator. So in between reading about pancreatitis riveting, I know! I was putting back bottles of water.
Just for something to do.
So there I am, drinking water, reading, blowing my nose, drinking more water, blowing my nose again, looking around I’m pretty sure I heard footsteps but nobody was there, I swear! trying to concentrate on the material for the exam, but of course, I have to pee.
But this is what I have to walk through before I make it to the bathrooms.
See the bathroom icons way down there at the end of the hall?
I have to cross that passageway before I can pee.
Sorry, but that’s just terrifying.
Look at those stacks. How do I know someone or something isn’t going to jump out of those and saw my head off or force me to read those ancient textbooks.
I wasn’t taking any chances.
So, wiggling in my seat, I turned my attention to sustenance. I figured that by now it was 9:15 , my brain had earned itself a little snack.
scarfing nibbling on the muffin, I knew it was time to buckle down and get some work done.
I did as much as I could.
Tomorrow is another day filled with time, time I promise I will put to good use!
…I wonder if anybody in the library would mind if I painted my toe nails?