Being productive is exhausting.
I spent a good 3 1/2 hours at Panera this afternoon, just poring over research journal articles and typing up my paper proposal. The topic fascinates me (I am writing about the negative health effects that factory farms have on US citizens) but I feel like my brain has been put through a pasta maker. Basically, sometimes 3 straight hours of research with no Internet access to distract me (yeah, that 30 minute limit during lunch hours is the pits) makes me want to quit school, marry rich, and become a lady who lunches. If it weren’t for the best two words in the entire world (free refills) I probably would have.
Ambition, smambition…I think I left that in the conference room of the meeting I just left. Why can I not be a lady who lunches?! (Because I would get bored faster than I could say “I’ll have the cobb salad please”…and I probably would not be socially accepted in lady lunching circles).
Needless to say, I am oh so excited for “me night”. The boy is going to be off doing boy things with his boy friends and I’m going to be in my pajamas, watching last night’s NBC comedies (30 rock, my heart beats for you!), and eating pizza. Perfection, especially on a damp and rainy Friday.
What are your Friday plans? I’m currently trying to convince myself to get to the gym. It’s not working. I’d rather just eat some pizza.