This morning people ran the marathon. I woke up at 730 hearing cowbells and wondering what the hell was going on. Now it's 930 and I vaguely want to go back to bed but feel like, instead, I should just suck it up and do some grading.
The next three weekends are going to be very busy, and then the four weekend after that, I want to do something for my birthday, but I sort-of feel like I ought to wait until after the closing to do something. I haven't decided yet. It'll be something small, anyway. I'll do something with people from work and then something with ANR and her guy and S and P, likely. I don't know what I'll end up doing, though...
I guess the marathon just made me feel like I need to be motivated to do something. But isn't running on concrete bad for your knees?
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