It’s Saturday night at (approximately) 11:30pm and I am home this evening. Why? Because (1) I have to work tomorrow and (2) I spent most of my Saturday evening working on my term paper. Oh yes, the true mark of a graduate student: I stayed home on Saturday night to do homework.
Beyond the whole homework thing, I didn’t have a very exciting day. I went to bed around 5am this morning (yes, last night’s dinner was very good! 
), got up around noon, fiddled around until about 2:30, and then went to the laundromat (by the way, can anyone tell me why my spell check suggests I capitalize laundromat?) before coming home to slave away on my paper about Marxist literary theory. Sounds like fun, no?