Wednesday, February 21, 2007 | by nathan

37 hours

Tuesday:

6:45 A.M.: Stumble out of bed. Spend a bit of time on the internet, a bit playing with the dog, then go to work.

8:10 A.M.: Arrive at work. Shortly thereafter, receive an e-mail saying class is canceled.

11:47 A.M.: Get another e-mail wondering where the hell all the papers are I was supposed to have graded by today. Commence freaking out. 

1:53 P.M.: Leave work.

6:37 P.M.: Leave for Norman to pick up said papers and start grading them. Have dinner at Chili’s.

9:07 P.M.: Depart Norman.

10:09 P.M.: Begin grading papers. 

Wednesday:

5:13 A.M.: Fall asleep on the sofa, still grading horrible short stories.

6:04 A.M.: Wake up, continue grading.

8:05 A.M.: Call work, say, "I’m grading, and I’ve barely slept. I’m not coming in."

11:16 A.M.: Finish grading. Depart for Norman. Make a couple calls on the way to let everyone in North America know that I spent 13 hours grading. IN.A.ROW. Don’t mention the 45+ minutes of sleep, as I suspect it will erode pity.

12:03 P.M.: Arrive for G.A. meeting that never totally materializes.

12:07 P.M.: Return graded short stories. Think about committing suicide, decide I want to lose ten pounds first.

1:09 P.M.: Depart for interview for Oklahoma Gazette article, back in Oklahoma City.

2:00 P.M.: Begin interview.

2:27 P.M.: Stop by the house to let the dog go potty and retrieve MacBook power cord, left at home.

3:33 P.M.: Return to Norman in time for meeting with professor wherein she tells me my book is weak and getting weaker.

5:02 P.M.: Begin to get a splitting headache that renders it difficult to see. 

5:17 P.M.: Cancel evening classes, leaving a gaggle of slightly-annoyed-yet-relieved freshmen to walk back home.

5:46 P.M.: Lift head up from desk long enough to write irritated blog entry about how I used to be able to function just fine with a whole lot less sleep.

5:48 P.M.: Begin packing bags - the iPod will have to work on the charge it has - and depart for home.

6:30 P.M.: Totally bust Lent by watching The Simpsons. Write note to self, reminding me to lovingly invite blog readers to bite me, blow ‘I-told-you-so’s’ out their asses, etc. etc. etc.

7:15 P.M.: Terrified, realize I do not deserve my wonderful readers. Also begin to freak out about Gazette deadline and the sudden realization that I am absolutely riddled with cancer.

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