My roommates keep on asking me what I do for lunch. They’re curious, I suppose, because I usually leave home early in the morning and get back late. I tell them I don’t have time to come back home so I stay at lab for lunch.
I’m sort of envious because they only have to go to three classes and they don’t have to go to lab. (Then again, I get paid more than they do so I guess everything works out in the end.) If I had as much time on my hands as they did, I’d start signing up for dance classes, planning trips to Boston and Montreal, going to the movies every weekend, and spending a couple hours each week checking out all the hiking trails around here. As it is, I come home feeling so tired I want to curl up in a ball on the floor and just sleep.