I have so much to do. I hate it when my weekends make me feel more panicked about my workload rather than less. But somehow, way too often, I discover on Sunday afternoon that I've forgotten how I'm supposed to - for example - read an entire book by Bourdieu by Tuesday. And then my entire schedule falls apart and I hate myself for spending my Saturday evening watching Ratatouille with A and giggling about classic Looney Tunes instead of busily grading and such.
But I mean, I will read the book. And the movie was fantastic. And hell, what's the point of life if you can't sometimes choose Pixar over theorists?
But no more baking for this girl until I make some headway in the field of cultural production.
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