The Day of Productivity, otherwise known as Saturday: the day I will hold myself captive in my own house (which is getting easier and easier to do these days, thanks to the jamming bolt lock) until I have finished making extensive plans for the entire second quarter.
This will be painful--but not as heart-crushing as, say, hoping to leave school at 5:00, only to realize that you have three hours' worth of grading in the mound on your desk. At 8:30, I walked out of my room and was nearly hit in the head by a swooping bat/bird thing, which then proceeded to swoop ahead to meet me on both the second and first floors, too. And that is how I knew it was time to go home.
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