Friday FRIDAY
I'm drinking a tiny martini and preparing to make soft pretzels, courtesy of an Alton Brown recipe, courtesy of my dear friend Damian's comment on Brian's FB status update a couple weeks ago. The internet is a fucking miracle and a vicious, tyrannical lover.
This week went quickly. I went through the five stages of grading papers--plucky sense of purpose, creeping sense of defeat, dilly-dallying, fury, and eyes-gone-soft--until I finally got them done. I did my best to comfort Beatrice through her teething misery. I stayed up late doing nothing in particular.
To the week ahead I say: let's be friends. I love you? Bring me something nice.
This week went quickly. I went through the five stages of grading papers--plucky sense of purpose, creeping sense of defeat, dilly-dallying, fury, and eyes-gone-soft--until I finally got them done. I did my best to comfort Beatrice through her teething misery. I stayed up late doing nothing in particular.
To the week ahead I say: let's be friends. I love you? Bring me something nice.
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