I am outta here now. I THINK my plans for the next week and a half are good to go. If not, we’ll find out tomorrow.

good times.

sitting at the office getting the next chapter’s plans all drizzawn up. After that, I gots some reading for myth to do, and after that perhaps get workin’ on one of my incompletes.

oh yeah. I’ll be here until 10.

the fucking bastard wants to use dead cats to run cars.

it’s happening. the change. it’s frightening me…I was talking about our grammar pocket handbook in my office to some of my associates, and I was criticizing it.

and then it slipped out “it’s taking the incorrect rhretorical stance for college students”

oh god. it’s horrible. I’m becoming a grad student…noooooo!

get the antidote!

so long, and thanks for all the fish,
so sad that it should come to this

I really like that movie. Just saw it last night. Good times.

favorite quote:
“rubbish! We don’t want to be happy, we want to be famous! Yeaaah. What is all this “is she the one” tripe? Take his brain!”