"Not a bad day..." (yup, I finally succumbed to the peer pressure and watched "The Office")

While at work on Monday and Tuesday, I kept receiving interesting emails about such topics as, oh, the Secret Service would be roaming around our floors and checking things out, and we had to be out of the building no later than 5:30 p.m., and on Wednesday would not be able to stay in the building after 2:00 p.m. Then it was changed to 1:30 p.m. Something was up, but nobody I worked with could tell me (either that, or they just didn’t know. Probably some of both). I heard someone mention the name “Michelle Obama,” which could either be 1) a garbled-up pronouncement of “This mail’s for Mama,” 2) one of the 1,000,000,000,000,000 normal, non-note-worthy mentionings of Michelle Obama that take place regularly in a workplace, D.C., or America, ooooor 3) crucial evidence proving that Michelle Obama herself was going to be at NMWA today! I won’t know until tomorrow. I’m too excited to sleep.

Just kidding. Ha. I probably won’t even remember it by tomorrow.

But anyway, since we all had to leave at 1:30 anyway, my supervisor gave me the day off, and, as a result, I had one of the best Wednesdays in my entire life (by the way, for those of you who don’t know me, Wednesday is my LEAST FAVORITE day of the week). Spent almost entirely at the Barlow Center from beginning to end. And it went by waaaaay tooooo fassssst, lemmetellya.

But here’s how I spent it anyway:

-Slept in. Glory, glory, Hallelujah!

-Made my bed, straightened up all of my stuff at my desk, cleaned the microwave, my desk, and—this probably took the most time of anything—the bathroom, washed ALL of my laundry and all the bathroom laundry (Mom—you are right, laundry takes forever!), finished some internship forms, and watched Nicholas Nickleby, the first Charles Dickens movie I’ve seen where the protagonist actually does exactly what I want him to do in every situation, and the outcome is exactly what I hope it will be. It was really great, but by the end I was feeling kind of perplexed, wondering why I was feeling sorry for the villain, and a little annoyed/suspicious with the hero for being able to take charge of his life and make it so perfect so quickly, and not entirely convinced that there weren’t still some loose ends or secondary villains somewhere that needed to be dealt with. But anyway, it was still a good movie. It made me laugh and it made me cry...although the same can be said for the horrific South Pacific, which both Valerie and I recently suffered through (to be honest, I couldn’t endure all of it) only by making numerous jokes and groaning noises through the ridiculous strand of cheesy love scenes/boring love songs. And the plot was...let me put it this way: stupid, stupid, stupid.

-Ate breakfast and lunch. Not at the same time, of course. But this was the first time I made myself macaroni and cheese for lunch—what a delicious surprise!

-Chatted with Valerie when she got back from her work. Yeah, the day went by waaaaaaaaaaaay too fast.

-Exercised downstairs while watching some more of Hidalgo. I’d already started it and could probably have finished it today if I didn’t have to watch all my favorite scenes again and then all my favorite moments in the favorite scenes. My particular favorite is the opening scene where Frank Hopkins passes the stuck-up rich guy and gives four wonderfully striking/oh-so-cheesy lines: “Why did you then?” “C’mon little brother,” “Let ‘er buck,” and—my favorite—“Yeeeee-haww!”

-Took a shower, rushed to Institute class (a little late but at least not stinky and sweaty!)

And that was my Wednesday—lazy and lovely and not-long-enough. It was wonderful to have a break in the middle of the week just to clean up everything in our dorm room and not stress about going out and doing touristy things in the city. And, as a bonus, now I feel extremely refreshed and excited to go to work and begin my Thursday! Seriously, let ‘er buck.