I can only hope that Rugby Fellow had enough fun in the (not blisteringly hot) sun of San Diego this holiday weekend while I continued to damage my posture while hunched over my computer doing… homework. Marathon statistics methods and dissertation designs, to be precise. Ugh. I woke up this morning and hopped on the computer. And that’s what I did on Sunday, and on Saturday, too.
And 13 hours later (today only, I won’t even tally how long I spent on typing on my keypads this weekend – I think I am seriously developing damage to my carpal tunnel — I’ve had a pain running along that nerve line for seven days, now) with a only break to go to John’s advanced vinyasa flow class and shopping at Whole Foods, I finally submitted the presentation to my professor for my research study design and instrumentation for the quantitative research I’ll need to collect in preparation for my dissertation.
If I do not get a B in this hideously awful class, I will drop out of the program. I am so panicked and crazy that Rugby Fellow begins his conversations with me asking one of two things, “is your paper finished?” or “how’s your paper coming?” Because he’s seen that panicked, manic, crazy, blindingly goofy version of me that always comes at my first glance of a new syllabus.
I still need to figure out how I want to redo my throw pillows. A sale at Pier One prompted me to buy a total $300 worth of throw pillows from Pottery Barn, Pier One, Restoration Hardware, and World Market so I can figure out what I want to do about changing up the scene on my sofa. And I need to figure out fast so I can return the unwanted rest pronto.
Rugby Fellow’s not much help on the sofa/throw pillow dilemma. He’s sweetly (and probably smartly) riding on a cop-out of being recruited into my home decor decisions by claiming color blindness… but I don’t think that he is… because he’s former Force Recon in the Marines, and I’m pretty sure they have to know their colors.