And I wanted to tell you I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to get together with you when we were in Dallas. Next time I need to be better about planning.

No worries! Don't y'all normally hang out in North Dallas? It's kind of a bitch to get me up there anyway. Oooooh! Next time you come I could show you our cool new offices with the spa room, the Lodge and beach rooms, the room with the keg box and the pool table and the wine cellar (originally the library).

I am back from Detroit and am now headachey and exhausted and I do NOT want to go to class tonight, but I have to.

Zazzle? They do better work than cafepress anyway.

That is what I have heard as well.

How do I politely say "what's in it for me?"

Say you'd love to help and your consulting rate is XXX?

Or, if you don't feel ready to come up with a rate, ask them to send you a sample contract.

DJ, your office sounds fabulous. We stay in McKinney when we're there. I have no idea where that is in relation to you.

McKinney is Northwest I believe. If you look at the metroplex as a bicycle with Ft. Worth as the back wheel and Dallas as the front wheel with Grand Prarie and Arlington being that bar in the middle, McKinney would be at the top leftish of the front wheel. Where I work is near the middle of the upright spoke that is I 75 on the Dallas wheel.

You'd think if he was in fact fundamentalist, he'd be all over this.

You'd think! I even gave him a great book (ok...great is contextual here) about the history of fundamentalism in America that was published by Bob Jones University Press! HELLO! Golden!

Loser.

In not loser news, I stopped by to see my second reader of my thesis to thank him for his comments. Um...some warning that he is young, adorable (curly blond hair and green eyes!), and Irish (with adorable accent) would have been good. I was a pile of wibble goo. I couldn't say anything intelligent. And, it didn't help when he said, "Well, I hope I got this across in my comments, but if not, I'll say it now. Your thesis was much more what I would expect of a respected published scholarly article, not a senior thesis. It was an ambitious topic, and you engaged me, even when I disagreed."

At one point he asked how I received the comments...where they typed by someone and e-mailed to me? I said, no. I got the original comments that he wrote. He was like, "So, in my green pen? Oh, dear. I thought someone would type them."

My wibble response? "I liked the green pen."

I am hopeless.

Nah. Just human. Though there's too much overlap.

Hi all. I'm skipping to the end just to wave weakly and say that I was feeling better until about an hour ago, and now I'm totally worn out and headachey again. Tomorrow is Career Day, which means the girls will be off at job sites. It's a PD day for the faculty, and we've been told that we are going to the beach to participate in a beach clean-up and then hang out and play games. Normally that would be just peachy, but man is it not looking appealing right now. As it is, I'm going to miss tonight's professional Shakespeare on the Green performance at my school of Twelfth Night, which I'm very bummed about, but missing tomorrow would look very bad. Dammit. Stupid day. Why do you have to be so stupid?

Oh, and I postponed my tutoring student yesterday, so I have to meet with her after school today. It's been a month since we've met due to vacation and various other reasons, and I really need the check. Argh.

holy fuck!holy fuck!!Holy Fuck!!HOLY FUCK!!!

um. remember that head-splodey info I couldn't share a few weeks ago. Well... I found out more... and still can't share... maybe I can next week. Still under the cone of silence. Which doesn't seem to contain exploding head. And just when I thought the walls were duly painted with grey matter, said person laid on an even MORE head-splodey thought. So. Um. Ya. Like shakey OMGOMGOMGOMG. I dunno know. I wanna say more to explain. Sorry so cryptic. but. like. HOLY FUCK!!!

:: breathe ::