I won't stay here long.
Because I shouldn't be here at all.
I should be writing a paper (that is already late). It's about Martin Van Buren, so obviously it's going to be the most interesting paper ever.
Yes. Yes. I will post it here. Stop begging.
That is if I ever get it written.
Which seems likely (ish) because it's only 11 PM.
And I'm already exhausted.
But I wanted to show you how I am fighting my body's natural tendency to sleep for 12 hours a day.
And I wanted you to know how classy I look while doing it.
The classy part is the fancy cup for my white-trash drink. Also I am in a hoodie, so that's not classy.
Just look at the champagne flute and ignore every single other thing that betrays in the picture that I am not classy.
Also, one of my eyes closes more than the other. Pretty sure the (actual) classy people have special doctors for that.
But I wanted to show you how much fun I am having pretending to be classy. Mostly because I don't have a facebook, and my husband is sleeping and won't give me the "yes, you are classy" feedback I am craving.
Also because I have a sneaking suspicion that this paper on MVB might prove to be just as terrible to write as it will undoubtedly be to read. Which is why I am taking pictures and worrying about cups and writing this stream of consciousness blog post.
Sigh.
Gonna fill up my cup and visualize them handing me my degree to get through this.
I'll go ahead and visualize some dollar signs too, since people that get their degrees in history have so many of them. Let's do this.
