So here I sit.  It's nearly 10:00 on Wednesday morning.  One of my goals for today is to draft 4 pages (single spaced pages!) of my conference presentation, you know, the one that could accurately be titled "Why Twilight Sux and What It's Doing to Our Young Women."  Oh wait--that wouldn't be academic enough.  I need to throw in terms like "reify" and "Foucault" and "Power" and even "Binary" and "Otherize."  Then it would be fine.  No really, the title is something like "A Veneer of Vampirism: A Feminist Reading of Relationships in Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga"  That's pretty good, right?  I guess it begs the question, what's the difference between a saga and a series.  I don't know how to answer that other than to say that I think a "saga" is more overwraught than a series.  But what do I know?  Oh wait, I'm the PhD; I'm supposed to know these things.

So I intended to get an earlier start, like maybe be writing by 7:00.  But I didn't get to sleep until 2:00.  If you are on the West Coast, and your caller ID tells you I called at 9:45, your time, which would be 12:45 mine, it's because I had wicked-bad insomnia last night.  So I allowed myself the luxury of sleeping in.  I mean, what's the point of spring break otherwise?  So here it is--nearly 10:00 and I haven't started.  And seriously, I'm thinking about going out for a bagel in a minute.  Because I'm pretty sure I have nothing breakfast-y on hand.  And how can a gal work without breakfast?

So here are my goals for the day:

1.  Draft 4 pages of my Twilight thingy
2.  Write up a budget for April
3.  Balance and rectify my checkbook
4.  Pay bills
5.  Return library materials due today!
6.  Mail DVDs to NetFlix so that I have something to watch over the weekend

I think those are manageable, right?  OK, now for that bagle. . .