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Currently absentmindedly humming Orpheus in the Underworld, by Offenbach
 Licking my lips thinking about Chick-fil-A
    Today, I woke up at 11:21. I rolled over in my bed, desperately trying to figure out what day it was, and, when I found the answer, moaned. It's Saturday.
    Yes, I can sleep in late (which is good, because I didn't go to bed until three), and eat fast food. I can do whatever I li--
    No, I can't. I have to go to work at 4:30. [insert expression of utter dismay here] I should be happy, excited. I just got this job, and I'm working at one of my favorite places in the world. Well, second favorite, maybe - Barnes and Noble is definitely tops. I've already gone through the vast majority of the training, so I'm actually working when I go in, now. Plus, the people I now work with are really fun and interesting.
    So, why the expression of utter dismay, you ask? Because, dear reader, it is my second day of Christmas break, and I want to write. Not only do I want to write (which I will do as soon as I get home from work) but I want to do so in my pajamas. All day, not all night. After all, I have church tomorrow, and if I have a repeat of today - staying up writing until three am and then waking up at 11:21 - I will miss church and be proclaimed a godless heathen.
    Just kidding, but I will miss church, which is no bueno. "No va bene," I should say, being the brilliant Italian scholar that I am (Die!)
    Did I mention the delightful phone call I received last night? No? Get comfortable, 'cause you're in for some happy, here.
    Last night, while out with two of my best friends, Suzanne and Corey, my mother called. Mummy dearest. She tells me that my Italian professor has called my house. Perché? I thought I was free! She tells me to call my professor. I do. "Pronto," he says into the phone. I ask him why he called and lo and behold, there are five online exercises that I am unaware that I must do! How long do I have to finish them? Until midnight - and it was almost eight at this point.
    Now, by five online exercises, I mean the online exercises for five chapters. 10-14. So there are really three exercises for each chapter, and an online quiz for each, which conveniently would not work on Suzanne's computer. When I finally finished two hours later, and sent them in, I receive an e-mail from my professor:
"Ciao Sarah. It is okay. Dr. [Italian Professor]."
    By "it is okay," he means that he received it, not that I didn't have to do it, or that I did "okay" on the exercises. The latter two, I would have preferred.
    On a lighter note, it's supposed to snow here tomorrow and Monday. Yay! Of course, where I live, snow means this, and it's enough to shut down everything. All the stores will be closed due to "inclement weather," people will hole up in their houses for days, and WalMart will be out of milk, bread, and water bottles. It's insanity over scarcely an inch. Regardless, I'm psyched.