On he first day of Christmas...actually, this post has nothing to do with Christmas. But it does have 12 sections?

Well, today is over. Cool. It's actually tomorrow since it's 12:30.

So. Today:

1.Went to my last Drama in Ed. class. Cool, fun, handed in my paper, did the self-evaluation, left early.
2. Came home, read some Nora Roberts, which is my fall-back easy read for when I need some sappy, happy romantic stuff in my blood-stream.
3. Ate.
4. Went to French Civ. was bored and confused all at the same time, gave up trying to understand and did the readings for Lit theory instead. Which took talent, as I was half listening to the prof ramble on in french and was reading in English at the same time. It's like doing math and painting all at the same time. Pretty hard.
5.Went to Lit theory and Criticism, had the syllabus changed for the better. Got a lecture on how basically no-one understood the Will and Greenblatt essays so my paper is just like all the other ones, which is a relief and a disappointment all at once. moved on to Artistote and Plato and realism. Got confused when (I thought) she said that Virginia Woolf was a realist, but my brain suffered some sort of time-lag (aliens?) and we had moved on to modernists by then and that made sense. ( Try to figure something like Orlando as a "realist" novel. It would confuse you too.)
6. Said goodbye to Kate as she rushed off to work.
7. Ate.
8. Napped, frm 5:30 until 9pm. Dumb. But I needed it. And somehow I am still tired, so I wil be going to sleep shortly.
9. Woke up and called Sheila, learned about the Dorwick formal, which I am sad that I missed.
10. Made tea, sat around, talked on msn, talked to kate.
11.Called mom and got the recipe for Black-bean dip for the pot-luck on Thursday.
12. Here I am, with a headache and a kink in my neck. Got to do the sit-ups, wash the face and head to bed.