I cannot read another goddamned paper. I have them coming out of my ears, and I'm not nearly even half done.

I haven't paid my cell bill, and now the bastards have cut me off, and I have until February until that fucking contract lets up and I can finally get a phone that works.

Oh, the humanity.

It's four meelion degrees out and I'm dreading leaving the house again. On the other hand, there's leaving and having the ultimate excuse not to grade any more goddamned papers.

Or, of course, there's always the obligatory dland entry.

Up side? If they could just add sleeping to the list of Olympic games, I'd so be in the running for a medal, I swear. I'd write them a letter if it weren't naptime.

Posted by twids at 2:15 pm