So, I’ve been asleep for the last 3 hours or so. I got home from work (that’s right, work. On a Sunday.) around 2:30, read a magazine, and the next thing I know, it’s 7. This weekend’s committee was very exhausting, and somewhat irritating, but I’m told this year’s committee went much more smoothly than last year’s, and that I’m at least partially responsible for that. Go figure.
That’s not to say the weekend wasn’t without entertainment. One of the things about scholarship applications is that, like movies, a lot of them will have poor writing, poor editing, or just sloppy execution in general. One writer actually wrote: “My goats are my inspiration.” I’m not kidding. Now, never mind the fact that the writer meant “goaLs”, not “goaTs” – it’s just a poorly constructed argument to begin with. The “goats” thing just made it that much more entertaining.
Tonight’s probably going to be an early night (providing I can get back to sleep), and then it’s back to normal tomorrow. The light at the end of this tunnel is Lewis Black at the Stress Factory this Friday.