Tom is Away

I had no idea I’d even lost my copy of "Welcome to The Monkey House" by Kurt Vonnegut, but I’m glad I found it on the floor next to a photocopier today.

working.

workin hard.
i mean, i guess, maybe.

Andy Reid, when asked if he’s heard TO’s awful rap song:

"Yes, I have. It’s always been one of my goals to get my name in a rap song. I still didn’t make it."

class preppin.

GRABOWSKI!

Grabowskis!

reading more junk

how the hell does this even happen?

cockfighting? someone ought to get fired for this one.

rolling through some student writing before eating dinner.

cable company forgot to downgrade my service, so they’re coming out tomorrow to do whatever it is that they do.

Watching as much BET and Lifetime as possible before they take it away from me.

trying to settle my moving situation.

U of Iowa is one of the best value colleges in the country. That’s right– we’re adequate and cheap. We’re like the Marshmallow Mateys to Princeton’s Lucky Charms.

i make the colors go.

getting back to work.

i’m fairly certain that my students are funneled to my class from a special school next to a nuclear power plant.

anyone know what happens to pringles when they’ve been expired for a year?

More importantly, does anyone know what happens to people who eat them?

never flying again, especially not through The Unhappiest Place on Earth (Chicago O’Hare aiport).

i really need to get me a laptop so that next time I’m trying to fly and Chicago experiences any kind of weather besides 72 degrees and sunny, I’ll be able to get some work done.

brooding, waiting for my extremely delayed flight.

i hate chicago more than ever now.
After this weekend, i’m never, ever flying to Chicago O’hare again, not even if you pay me.

too tired to do any more work tonight, as I’d hoped to do.