Okay, people. I will be straight with you. Well, in my case, I guess I will be gay with you. It's crunch time. The semester is winding down. I have a ton of things to do. You know what that means. Procrastination has the ability to lead to blog entries a plenty.
I had a visit from a friend last night…a friend I like to call "stomach virus." Yeah, he is an unwelcome guest. Strangely enough, Shlomo had been suffering from a little cough all day and I suggested he take a Nyquil before going to bed. All was well. Two hours later, all hell broke loose in my digestive tract. It was to the point I was worried about becoming dehydrated. Shlomo was in a drug-induced coma. I had this image of my having to take a cab to the emergency room. Fortunately, that image did not come to fruition.
To further complicate things, I had a presentation to make in my class tonight. I debated trying to get out of it. But, I am either too proud or too stupid to approach my professor about such things. So, stomach gurgling I went to class. As I sat there waiting to present my lovely schpiel about Medea, I suddenly had this image of my going Poughkeepsie in my pants right in the middle of telling how Medea was somewhat admirable in her defiance of her gender role and not allowing herself to be the victim. Fortunately, I was not Charlotte York Goldenblatt on a Mexican vacation.
So now, I am facing a weekend filled with research on Rembrandt and his work in the Jewish ghetto. I hope my stomach holds up.