Spot the Masochist

Let's play my favorite new game "spot the masochist"!

Is she the one curled up in a ball on the couch, watching the last hour of Walk the Line, fixated on Joaquin Phoenix's odd naso-labial fold, convinced that it is the scar from a cleft palate, despite the fact that she has to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to drive two hours to attend a media literacy conference?

Or perhaps she's the one who signed up for said conference thinking that it would be a good line on her vita without checking the participants of said conference, many of whom work for a "media clearinghouse" corporation?

How about the one who then desperately recruited her new colleague to attend above conference with her, never dreaming that said colleague would be devoted to attending each and every second of the conference, despite the dodgy credentials of the participants?

Or maybe she's the one who wrote a rather complicated assignment for her students to cover her absence from class tomorrow--an assignment that requires them to state their preferences for group topics, but got them all confused, so only some emails have come in that actually will prep them for the assignment, but the others are totally lost and won't have a clue what to do when she's gone?

Or is she the one who is writing a blog post rather than washing her face, taking her vitamins, and and going to bed to sneak in a few paltry hours of shut-eye before the death march that will be Wednesday?

Hmmm. Difficult choice, I know. Think hard...