After getting up at 5:45, fighting an hour through traffic to work, working solidly for ten more hours, and then spending another hour fighting my way back home, it is extremely difficult to convince myself I need to grade papers tonight. But I really do. Woe.

On the upside? Nothing rocks quite as much as flannel pants and pirate socks at the end of a long day.

Arrrrrrr we be warmin yer toes!

Laga! How did your gameshow audition go?

How did your gameshow audition go?

I think I did well. It was the first full day of auditions for a brand-new show so I won't be hearing back from them before July re:taping and it could be as late as November. But I passed the test (that eliminated about half of us) and then I did a videotaped interview for the PAs and then another one for the casting director. She seemed to like me and I know that's how casting directors act but I would be very surprised if I don't get called back to be on the show.

WOOT! You have to tell everyone what the show is called; it's such a Very Buffista Gameshow.

I ought to be cleaning up my apartment, but instead, I'm watching TV.

I'm also reading the kerfuffle on vegan kids that seems to be spreading over the internets. (This particular wave started with the idiotic NY Times Op-Ed a few days ago.) Certain people's comments are almost making me want to become vegan, just out of spite. But then I remember that I really like ice cream. (I am trying to cut down on eggs, though, if not stop eating them completely.)

I thought the show I tried out for was called "Let's Do Crosswords" but "Merv Griffin's Crosswords" seems more likely.

ETA: but yeah there was a very buffista vibe about us, especially after our dumber half was dismissed. Hee!

My. Cat. Won't. Shut. Up. He has been out. He has been fed. He doesn't want to be held or to curl up on my lap. What he wants is to go back outside. Never mind that it is 9 at night, when he knows he is not allowed out. Never mind that he is spoiled rotten. He is complaining. Loudly. And pawing at the doors.

I love my cat. I love my cat. I love my cat.

I have stoopidbrain. It took me all day to realizes I have a cold. Tomorrow I have to do storytime ( then I will go home). of the 5 books I have home 2 are way too long to read with a cold. and I usually read 4. So I have to try and find one more before story time tomorrow.

Cheerios:

I'm trying to write an funny, multi-facted, yet professional bio for my new web page. I'm having issues. My brain is leaking out my ears.

On the upside, Byron has stopped yowling and is stretched out nearby, looking disgruntled.