Gronk.

I'm actually vaguely on schedule with my schedule with this week. I'll probably end up having to do some work over spring break, but nowhere near as much as I'd expected. The big change was that I'd expected to spend at least two hours fixing LaTeX code, but the thing actually compiled (or whatever the word is -- compiled seems wrong in this context) on the first try. There were some things I needed to fix up, and places where symbols were being weird, but last time, I had about 40 errors to fix before I could get anything resembling what it was supposed to be.

So, tomorrow, I need to finish grading, and do some reading, and finish functional analysis, and start graph theory. Then Friday, I need to do as much graph theory as I can. And then a week of break. I really need this break.

Oh, and the front license plate and bracket that fell off the red car that rammed the van.

snerk.

Oh, and the front license plate and bracket that fell off the red car that rammed the van.

One thing I learned from being married to a cop is that the thing that saves us is that criminals, generally speaking, are really, really dim. One favorite was the guy they caught who had burglarized a number of houses. During his last burglary, apparently nature called and he used the facilities. When he did, his wallet fell out of his pants. They just drove to the address on his driver's license and arrested him.

During his last burglary, apparently nature called and he used the facilities. When he did, his wallet fell out of his pants.

This is why I prefer fictional crooks, they tend to be more clever.

My word, do I need caffiene. It's almost noon and I still don't think I've got any blood flowing.

deb, we haven't overlapped here in a while (stoopid time zones), but all my sympathy for your loss, and peaceful kitty-heaven thoughts for Cappucino.

Hmm...maybe in lieu of caffiene I'll just nap. Everyone have a safe weekend!

DH came home last night and promptly fixed the door knobs on the armoire. I burst into tears. Now I have to call the furniture people and be all contrite and shit. Except they still need to send me the missing knob for the drawer to the coffee fable.

And we didn't get around to putting the big teevee inside said armoire so there is no television watching upstairs today.

I had horrible dreams of an old neighbor of mine being both pregnant and a attempted homicide victim. I woke up in a cold sweat. She had a baby just a few months after I had Owen, so I know she's not pregnant. I need to call her and reassure myself that there were no attempts on her life recently.

And then I dreamed my twin sister was pregnant and ordered me to run and fetch her a latte with a quadruple shot of expresso. And we argued for a while about whether or not this was an appropriate drink for a pregnant woman.

Raquel, I hope you have a good weekend, too.

Cashmere *soothe* *soothe*

You're not pregnant, are you?

What about the kick plates for the armoire? Er...not that they're pregnant, but weren't they mounted on the wrong side, too?

What about the kick plates for the armoire? Er...not that they're pregnant, but weren't they mounted on the wrong side, too?

Nope. I was misremembering. I looked at over a dozen different armoires in three different stores. These plates were *supposed* to be on the front along with the knobs.

You should have seen my face after Christopher showed me how they went on. We got a good laugh out of it later, though.

Not pregant at the moment, but considering ditching the patch when O turns 1.

Aha, which by my calculations...calendar...whatever, is a month +1 from today. I wonder if that's what's up with all the dreaming.

It makes more sense that the kickplates go on the outside, now that I think about it. Is the armoire nice and stable? We got a big corner unit made at a local wood place when Ben was little. We ended up having to bolt it to the wall; it was so easily tipped.

Gronk.

It is too early to be reading student creative writing pieces without getting snarky.

Must. Contain. the Snark.