GPOYW, Taking a Picture of Myself In a Bathrobe Rather Than Doing My Reading edition.
Bathrobes: what all the cool grad students are wearing.
I never had a bathrobe growing up; no one in my family did. But it seemed like something I needed for college. The walk from the communal bathroom to my room? My freshman dorm turned out to have one single bathroom for each pair of rooms, for each four students, so it wasn’t an issue, just three feet to walk wrapped in a towel. (I didn’t even wear shower shoes that year, I know, gross.) But so I have this absurdly large bathrobe that I bought in August of 2000. It was hanging on my bedroom door this morning, as it had been for the last few days, after it fell from the high closet shelf where it’s usually shoved. And I was cold, so after I put on some socks, I put this on, over the pajamas I’m wearing while I read in the kitchen so the black dress I want to wear today doesn’t get cat hair all over it. Cat owners: putting on black clothes at the very last second, since forever.
I borrowed Allison’s travel pillow for this weekend because I am a little terrified of not sleeping at all on the red-eye before I teach in the morning. (I also borrowed James’ iPod/aux adapter for sweet tunes in the rental car.) But I found a great second use for the neck pillow - ice pack holder for eating dinner while icing the knot that’s colonized my neck from worrying about my complete lack of time to plan lessons for the class that starts Monday.
GPOYW, Celebrate Your Last Day Of Tutoring With Some Coconut Flour Microwave Cake edition But It Turns Out That Mixing In Pieces Of That Espresso Chocolate That’s Too Bitter Will Half-Way Ruin It edition.