Saturday mornings

I'm pretty sure my couch has some sort of enchantment on it. I sink in and time melts into nothing. I had big plans for getting up early and getting to the gym before the hoards of families with kids in swim gear showed up. Didn't happen. I also had planned on showering at the gym and getting straight to the library so I could get away from my couch..er, distractions, and get some work done. So far, still on the couch. Don't get me wrong, it's been really pleasant. Catching up on some blog reading, reading the Dresden Files, visiting with J and otherwise relaxing. But these things will not help me learn about viral life cycles and vaccines.

Weeks after an exam I have the worst time motivating myself. It feels like after the craziness of preparing you should get a reprieve, but it really doesn't work that way, and I forget that a lot. Worst of all, I don't really find this stuff that interesting, and it makes it that much less appealing to throw my Saturday away forever. Normally I'd just put it off to Sunday, but tomorrow is Superbowl Sunday and we're heading over to see the fam for some birthday parties. I guess I better get it together. I guess if I want the best of both worlds I could just study on the couch. But productivity is not guaranteed...