Despite--or maybe because of--the holiday weekend, this week has been pretty crazy. I'm low on sleep, low on food, and it's starting to show. I feel a little like South Park's Tweek, the panicky, coffee-addicted, slightly disheveled kid who is always screeching "aah! Too much pressure!" (As in, when his pals ask him to help build a snowman.) I promised a quick turnaround on something that I received on Labor Day and plain forgot until a reminder this morning. I accidentally sent a bulleted message complete with a .jpeg of my photo to an entire listserv rather than just to the person who had asked us for updates on our web profiles. Shortly after that, I was chasing the back yard fugitive Tillie down the driveway while talking on my cell phone in my bathrobe. Later when I made it to campus, I tried to unlock the door next to my office door rather than my office door. A sympathetic grad student happening by offered not to tell anybody. [Update: my friend Tracy stopped by to get me for lunch, and when I got up to get my bag my foot took the phone cord--and the phone, a big 1980s phone with a cradle and a bell and everything--with me. Ahh!]
Tweeked!
