What are you doing in here?

Most nights Ben and I go to bed at the same time. Last night, however, he wanted to work on getting a computer set up to our TV so we could watch the Wimbledon semifinals today. So, I got in bed at around 10:30 and spent fifteen minutes or so readingĀ What is the What, a novel that tells the story of Valentino Achak Deng, one of the Lost Boys of Sudan. Then I promptly fell asleep.

The next thing I knew, there was a Sudanese boy standing in the doorway of my bedroom, trying to steal my food.

“Who…what…what are you DOING in here?” I yelled as I jumped out of bed.

(It is at this point that I should probably mention that I wear a bite guard to bed to prevent teeth grinding, so it sounded quite garbled and not at all threatening.)

As this was happening, I started to wake up and realized that it was just Ben coming into bed.

“It’s just me!” he said.

My heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through my body.

Ben got into bed and hugged me and told me it was going to be okay. I couldn’t even talk at first, and I felt on the verge of laughing or crying.

Finally I was able to tell Ben that I thought he was a Sudanese boy coming to steal my food, and we both started laughing hysterically.

At least I now know how I’ll react in the extremely unlikely event that a Sudanese boy comes to steal my food while I’m sleeping.


This is what grad school has done to me

I always heard that listening to classical music has some sort of positive affect on learning/being smart/focusing/etc.

So I decided to try it today. I have a research proposal due in a short amount of time and I’m having a really hard time focusing.

But you see, listening to classical music didn’t help me focus.

It helped me do this.

Please excuse my greasy hair, tee-shirt from high school and the annoying sound of the mechanical pencil baton.

Ok, back to my paper.