My Joyce paper sucks like a cheap whore. (And more importantly is so not finished. Yeah, I'm stopping with the sex metaphors here.) The fact that the grade doesn't "really" count of course helps, though I've never been good at working on stuff I didn't care about. We can tell I'm feeling supermotivated 'cause I watched a CSI: Miami rerun I had already seen (though in my defense I couldn't actually remember how it turned out). I don't not enjoy watching the show, but my main takeaways tonight were that I have difficulty calling it a good show and that I do really like Emily Proctor.
My mom asked me to do a creative writing workshop for the Girls Program, MLK Day. Whee, inferiority complex plus children scare me, combined with that overachiever aspect which makes me of course want to do it. ::sighs::
In other news: Eric's definitively not having a NYE party -- is either visiting friends in RI or chilling at home. Whatevs. (And speaking of people I'm not dating, I have decided that Portuguese is a weird language.)
And to wrap it up, an AIM Conversation from last night:
(LJ-ify your IMs before pasting!)
I think the book in question is The Physics of the Buffyverse by Jennifer Ouellette. (The "Buy With" book -- Black Bodies and Quantum Cats: Tales from the Annals of Physics -- is one I remember seeing at South Station.)