Flashes of Panic

I called my parents and told them I wasn’t coming home this weekend. I’d hoped I could check off the stuff on my list and pay them a visit this weekend, but as the programming assignment due dates got later (and the programs didn’t get written) it started looking sketchy. For a while I fantasized that I’d log in and finish up from there on Saturday; it wasn’t until I admitted to myself that that was a fantasy that I realized how much I really don’t want to spend the weekend here, working.

I was doing this last weekend, too; I’d hoped to swim a meet Sunday morning at BU, but I realized I needed to get work done more than I needed to swim, so I skipped it. Now I’m hoping that once the press is over—both programs are due Saturday at midnight—that I can spend some Sunday getting ahead on next week. And maybe I can spend a little time on myself—I need to dig up a good pair of sunglasses, and I need some paperbacks to travel with in the next month.

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