Finals are in full swing my friends. The last two nights have been spent staying up until 1:00 and mumbling to myself about how much I'm going to rip a certain professor to shreds during student evaluations. Which sounds vicious, but "ripping someone to shreds" when it comes to me, usually just means "Hey Mister Professor. I know you tried your hardest, but you really just aren't cut out for teaching. So maybe you should find a different job. Thanks so much and Merry Christmas!" I'm not so good at confrontation. Even anonymously. Anyway. It's been pretty boring around here. Husband goes into his office and I go into our bedroom. And we don't talk. Well ... husband does. But mostly just to himself. He also sings "Brown Eyed Girl" to himself. Over and over and over again. Which is basically the main reason why we study in different rooms.
We only take breaks to go to the bathroom and smooch in the kitchen while we wait for our popcorn to pop. And then we switch the laundry over and go back into our rooms.