Yep, you heard right - it's 2:10 in the afternoon on my birthday and I'm holed up in the family room (with a sweet kitty to my left), trying to lengthen a paper that's 3 pages short of the minimum, even though I'm absolutely out of things to say and was about a page ago.
That sounds like something a high school or college student would do, you say. Are you sure you're in grad school? you ask. Yeah, I'm sure. I've been here for the past 6 years - I know what it looks like.
Don't cry for me, though. (At least not yet - the paper's due on Friday, and another one on Saturday. Though there's no page limit for the second one, it's half-a-debacle at this point.) Brad's heading out of work in no time to come home and hang out with me, my mom will be on her way over in the early evening to celebrate, and there's delicious veggie/chip dip and pretzel Jell-o on the horizon. My day will improve yet!