I am still awake. I spent the past five hours getting my books in order (finance books, not the fun kind), paying bills, and taking care of some address changes and school emails.

I was very productive, but now I'm utterly exhausted. Not really looking forward to packing up my entire apartment tomorrow.

How are you?

Sleepless.

I missed the part where you had to move. Man, that sucks! What is that about?

Oh Gus, so much more of a story than I can even tell right now. Short version is a zoning violation. Owner's ripping out my bathroom to avoid huge city fines, so I had to go. New place will be nice, but it's not quite ready yet. Limbo.

Sorry you're sleepless too.

Everyone is sleeping but me, which means I have full license to vent.

OK.

I weep for our earnest young men who are losing their innocence in Iraq.

Oh yes. Very much so. Many of my former students are over there now. I hate it.

ETA: And on that note, time to try to get some sleep. Goodnight all.

Thanks, Kritstin, for making some sense of my post.

Outliving your students is just wrong.

Crimeny, I can be a gloomy dude, when I put my mind to it, can't I?

G'night, Kristin.

Man, I hate December. The whole fucking month has got that bearded Elf up its butt.

Hey ita! I was just at the Hustler store and there was a gay porn video called Capoeria, where pretty boys fought in buff!

Fighting in the buff scares me, possibly because I have too many faces to put to the testicles.

SPP suspects the video does as well.

I am watching my Felicity DVDs, because I am a girl-man.

Next, I will bring out the My So-Called Life discs, and you will each wonder things which are best left un-wondered.

I distinctly recall thinking "I am over teen angst. Give me something new."

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I am watching my Felicity DVDs, because I am a girl-man.

Next, I will bring out the My So-Called Life discs, and you will each wonder things which are best left un-wondered.

How's that working out for you?

Unrelatedly, I woke up in a work mini-anxiety attack, because it occurred to me how nonsensical people were on the project yesterday, and how not-there I was. But, hey, if I can't take a sick day on Saturday, when can I? Still, I'm up not to send e-mails and schedule meetings to discuss.