Insanities

It's approximately 8:37 in the morning and I, for some reason that I failed to understand at this point, have the DNA song stuck in my head.

Tuesday before Thanksgiving is always interesting. In college that seems to be the day when people starts leaving, and grad school is no except. There is a fraction of my classmates who are going to depart for one place or another after class today (ending at 11am). I, and the remaining fraction of people who are leaving (we do have a few who are either from some place too far to travel or are native) (hah native), will be going tomorrow. Emerald's said she can give me a ride to the airport, and I fully intend to take advantage of this by getting the stuff I mean to take back to the bay area for the holidays packed up. The next two trips from and to the air port are going to involve me, tangling with the public transit. I plan on traveling light. It's a good thing that it's already (mostly) a habit with me, anyway.

I will have my laptop with me. I will not have a book, because most of the leisure reading I own at this point are not light. But I will have my laptop and the first three pages of my lab report on it and a folder that contains at least five separate folders' worth of notes and data that I'll have to continue to sort into it so, provided that I don't a) forget to charge up the battery the night before and b) don't slump into a pre-Thanksgiving stupor and spend the entire time at the airport staring at people and scribbling with a pencil, I will also be productive! Productivity and Thanksgiving has ceased to be mutually exclusive my freshman year as an undergrad when the professor assigned us something right before it that was due right after it and then told us "Happy Thanksgiving!"

...and I just forgot the rest of what I was going to say. Well, it ends here then.