I had bad insomnia last night, even though I went to bed early-ish (10). And then I did the unthinkable, I turned off the alarm without getting up. Usually, I'm pretty good about not doing that, but I did it. And when I turned over, it was 7:30. So I hopped up, made caffeine, at breakfast, made lunch, showered, dressed and got myself to work by 8:08, just in time to get the very last parking space in the lot nearest my building.
I don't have class until 10, so it's not a matter of being late to class, but of having to haul heavy books (Riverside Chaucer, I'm looking at you!) from the car.
I've now completed my last minute fiddling with class folders, written an advising of the month club letter to my advisees, and written a committee thing.
I have an office near a corner, so I have three close neighbors, one of whom is a creative writer. Why is it that a certain subset of male creative writing students think they're beats, complete with berets and sexist attitudes, and ask me about my colleague's schedule, since apparently any woman in an office must perforce be a male's secretary? My creative writing colleague is neither a beat nor, to the best of my knowledge, deeply sexist.
I still get nervous before the first classes of the semester. I'm jittery now, with 19 minutes to go. I think there's some more mindless paperwork I can take care of.
I tried to get into the electronic roster to make myself an attendance page, but no such luck. It's down! Yay for computer problems!