Fantasies

A couple of years ago, when I knew I was going home to WV for Christmas instead of to Texas, the thought that got me through finals week was lying on the couch in front of the fireplace, watching hour after hour of lame movies. This time around, the single-minded thought getting me through this exam is a bubble bath, a glass of wine, and maybe a little Sinatra. That, and the thought of being interesting again. Good grief, the only thing I seem capable of talking about lately is this damn exam. I'm boring to myself! Forty two and half more hours...or less, if I finish and hand it in Sunday night...