It has been a long couple of days. I had that essay due this afternoon, which I, zombie-like, completed at 10-something this morning. I could barely keep my eyes open.
Never again.
So I have been exhaustedly pretending I know anything at all about documentary, which I totally don’t.

Also, despite having to write an essay and being kind of tired yesterday, I still had to go to school and work. Then I had to go to Alex’s house for his birthday dinner. I ate his parent’s food, got my croissant stolen by the dog, looked at pictures of little Alex (also, less little, George Clooney-collarless shirt Alex), told Alex I’m glad he was born, and went back to trying to sound smart.

Then, today, my prof explained our two-hour exam. It’s an exam that will consist of a question or questions relating to material studied this term that can be answered in two hours. She won’t tell us what it will focus on, because to her, the point is that we review the entire year. The date of this test? The Tuesday of the last week of classes. Because we totally have time to review an entire semester of readings in the last week of classes. I don’t have two essays due that week. Oh, no wait. I do!

Yeah. On the upside, my coffee guy saw how sad and tired I was, so he gave me a cookie. I like my coffee guy.

And Alex gave me some leftover pie. Half a pie.

I definitely owe someone some karma.