So, my week is officially over, and in spite of having been awakened at seven so I could work out Shakespeare stuff at, oh, 8:15 in the morning, I’m in a pretty good mood. I’ve been steadily churning out homework since I got home at 10:45 or so, which is both great and completely necessary.
This weekend I’m not going to be able to have my Sunday catch-up day, because I will be in a different city with the boyfriend celebrating his mother’s wedding. (She’s actually getting remarried today, but the reception and fun stuff will be on Sunday.) This gives me the perfect excuse to dress up and look pretty, see my boyfriend dress up and look . . . handsome, and take lots of pictures. I’m pretty excited, but of course that means I have to have the homework done.
Especially since I have another Shakespeare practice at 8:30 in the morning the following Monday, followed by another four and a half hours of class. *sigh* I hate Mondays.
On a more writerly note, I rewrote chapter two of the Recruited–which I still feel is too long, but that’s what the final edit is for–and finished chapter twelve of book three in the Nowhere to Hide trilogy. That story is tentatively titled The Lost. I’m not sure how I feel about it yet, but it needs a title. I can’t just keep titling my documents "New Story 1, 2 . . . etc."
Today, I need to edit a Spanish essay, which shouldn’t take more than a couple minutes, edit the workshop pieces for my translation seminar, journal and, on a more pleasant note, catch up on Castle. Oh, and apply for a seasonal job at Kohls so I might actually have some money coming in.
Time to get back to work.