I'm starting to panic a bit about exams. I know some of you know this. Also they've turned on the heat in our building. Even though the heat in our apartment is off since it's 85 degrees outside our apartment is 95 degrees. I can't sleep.
So what do I do when you can't sleep and are worried about exams? Read? Sadly, no. I can't focus that much.
I buy books online. Some of this is reasonable since these are books I should have in my personal library. Some of this is stupid since I can borrow (or have already checked out!) these books for free from the library. But somehow owning them will make me feel more comfortable? Since I don't have to worry about returning them (even though I think my due dates are next May or something.)
On an even more pathetic note, after I spent way too much money ordering books, I emailed my mother with a list of "useful early birthday presents." At least I included more of the pretty exhibition catalogues on her list, because it's nicer to give someone a pretty book than a boring theory book? (and, okay, the lovely illustrated catalogues are way more expensive.)
I think I just spent all my shoe money on books. My brown heels broke last week (the ones that broke earlier and I had the heel reattached. Well this time they broke in the middle of the heel so there's no fixing them.) This means that I cannot wear half my wardrobe until I get a pair of brown work-appropriate shoes. A rare time when I actually need new shoes. But I have little-to-no motivation to go shoe shopping. A stress-induced tragedy of sorts.
At least I'm gaining good spouse credit by taking the 8-noon shift at the bonspiel tomorrow morning so Denis can sleep in a little and be to work on time. Which means I have to get up really soon. Bother.
So what do I do when you can't sleep and are worried about exams? Read? Sadly, no. I can't focus that much.
I buy books online. Some of this is reasonable since these are books I should have in my personal library. Some of this is stupid since I can borrow (or have already checked out!) these books for free from the library. But somehow owning them will make me feel more comfortable? Since I don't have to worry about returning them (even though I think my due dates are next May or something.)
On an even more pathetic note, after I spent way too much money ordering books, I emailed my mother with a list of "useful early birthday presents." At least I included more of the pretty exhibition catalogues on her list, because it's nicer to give someone a pretty book than a boring theory book? (and, okay, the lovely illustrated catalogues are way more expensive.)
I think I just spent all my shoe money on books. My brown heels broke last week (the ones that broke earlier and I had the heel reattached. Well this time they broke in the middle of the heel so there's no fixing them.) This means that I cannot wear half my wardrobe until I get a pair of brown work-appropriate shoes. A rare time when I actually need new shoes. But I have little-to-no motivation to go shoe shopping. A stress-induced tragedy of sorts.
At least I'm gaining good spouse credit by taking the 8-noon shift at the bonspiel tomorrow morning so Denis can sleep in a little and be to work on time. Which means I have to get up really soon. Bother.