meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

So I'm falling behind on the reading for the paper. I spent some time photocopying some stuff for Shawn Zelig Aster [provider of small well-paying research jobs] in the Museum library, and 45 minutes in the post office on 40th street trying to mail these photocopies to Israel. And I spent too much time reading Tamora Pierce [obviously Liz's, or by proxy Josh's fault!]

I haven't written anything yet, I'm still on the 3rd chapter of 5 of Engendering Judaism, I have very few notes on the book [I only started now, so I have to go back in the end. I haven't even started reading Tamar Ross. The paper is due at 5pm Monday, so although I have no Sunday, I can wake up really early on Monday and pull an all-dayer in the library. Maybe I should bake a deli-roll to eat while I'm there. Though I have no meat...

I'm going to bed now, because if I don't, I never will, and then I'll be too tired to get stuff done tomorrrow.

sleep?

( Warning! Memes are behind this cut... )

In the airport

Normally I wouldn't spend money on wireless that I'll only use for an hour, but right now I really need a distraction or I'll go crazy.

I'm in the Philadelphia airport, Terminal E, waiting for a 9:20 flight to R.I.
[interlude]
I had a dream last night that I was in my room, and someone had a pet cricket who was trapped in a paper bowl. He escaped and brought back 100 of his friends, who all attacked me.
I left the room to escape and went to my mom's room. She looked at me, and said "Why are you here? shouldn't you be at school? What about exams?"
I told her that this was a dream, and I still had 5 minutes until the alarm went off.
Then a few things happened, and then the alarm went off.
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So when I woke up, I checked my phone, which had been on silent, and my mom had called at 7am. It might have happened when she glared at me in the dream. Weird...

I called my mom's cell and she didn't pick up. I called the house and no one picked up. I called Adler's hardware, and Judy said that my dad and my Grandma were at Grandma's house.

( here's the bad part )

If you want to daven for my Grandfather, his Hebrew [really Yiddish] name is Coleman ben Esther.