Yay vacation!

I finally replaced the DVD player. We're watching a screener of It's Complicated which is totally nice. A movie I wanted to see, without any obligation.

I was on the upgrade list for my flight. The guy at the counter called my name, and then when I got up to the counter, said "All gone!"

Thanks, dude.

I have hit epic levels of cheesetastic.

I am watching Thin Ice. It's genuinely tragic.

I have cheap wine and Dawn of the Dead and a hotel room all to myself!

I am possibly a little drunk. Writing time is OVER.

Kurt Browning just called Dick Button "Mr. Diva."

And I just heard Dick Button utter the phrase, "This music is pop with a soul beat, an R&B soul."

It sounded like a foreign language.

What is this movie?

Ambian is on board. Night night time in near. I hope I awaked to clear blue skies.

yay vacation! Although mine is almost over, so boo! for that.

Yay msbelle for locking down the computer, boo for even needing to. I suspect that might be in my future if Isaac continues to covet everything he sees online. sigh.

I need to get back to grading. unfun.

Mac reminds me of my brother in his smart-yet-evil ways. My brother was very smart and did not believe he needed to abide by rules. Chris took apart everything he could get his hands on--the toaster, my dad's watch, the oven. He also set the house on fire, stuck his tongue in a socket after being told not to, learned how to tie a noose and convinced me to try it by hanging from the tree in our front yard (I was saved by my hysterical parents) and ate laundry detergent. He got suspended in 4th grade for recording 30 minutes of fart noises and putting the tape recorder in his teacher's cabinet, so it played during class. He also hit anyone who disagreed with him, so he was always in trouble.

My mother says that he was one of those kids who had to do everything the hard way, even if the easy way was right in front of him. She claims the only person he was ever afraid of was me, his big sister, and that may be true.

Of course now he's an amazing, brilliant wonderful man, but it was a bumpy ride to get there. He was very hard to parent--and he was just hyperactive and angry, NOT someone with the attachment issues Mac has. But then, Mac has you.

Oh dear gods am I tired. We had a grading day (working from home = yay) today because grades and evil long comments o' doom are due on Monday, and I worked harder than I usually do on a normal school day. Plus I took my car into the dealership this morning to get what I thought was going to be a quick oil change and turned into a five hour lots-of-shit-is-broken-on-your-car fest. And then I went to Pep Boys to buy new wisher blades, because damned if I was going to pay dealership prices for them to install new ones there. And then I washed my car. While all this was happening, I also graded a set of essays, a set of Odyssey journals, and two sets of vocab sentences; I also added notes to all of the comments.

Just finished grading. Tomorrow I have to write the first half of my comments. Sunday the second. Brain hurts. Feh. But one week to vacation, which ROCKS, and then I will be having a gimlet with Perkins in spirit.