Monday, again.

When people talk about having "the Mondays," this is not what they mean. This day of the week has shaped up to be my most stressful: I am scheduled for something from 9a to 9p, save a quick lunch after class, and my workload for the week hits the fan. As you can see, I got out of Friday's early so I figured that I would do one of my civic duties and post and entry.

The MIRL was quiet today; Paul has shipped off to take a piece of equipment to Virginia(?) and Hyomin's stuff ships tomorrow morning so there was nothing left to do but pack. I was stuck winding a cable that I've been trying to wrestle into a professional-looking circle for the past two weeks, then taping together boxes and affixing labels and different labels and the work felt boring but I reminded myself that the only other thing I have to look forward to is parking cars for MIT students so I kept making those boxes.

I had a bunch of tea at work in the hope that if I accomplish a bunch tonight, I can spend more time studying tomorrow (with a break to meet with my advisor) so as to get myself back into that one-step-ahead position I thought I was once in. Maybe if I work hard, those MIT kids would let me polish their pocket protectors. One huge advantage of the way our calc and physics course are set up is that I can study concepts in such a way that I kill two birds with one stone, or at least kill one and maim the other.

What else? The weekend in New London was nice: in addition to delicious food as usual, I got to stack wood and do other manly things that make me feel better when I'm a little down about school. I don't want to own a landscaping business but I like knowing that I can do useful things when called upon. 

Okay it's time.