Tom is Away

working, man. if i get 3 hours of writing in this morning, i’ll be sittin pretty

catching up on sports news, then in bed early.

eagerly awaiting dinnertime.

I am away from my computer right now.

despite some delays, i’m back in philly and ready to… umm.. do whatever I do here.

out to the airport, fingers crossed.
hopefully i get home this afternoon.

well, my flight’s already delayed.
This bodes well for the rest of the day.

writing, then trying to sleep through my outrage about the god damn weather.

If I’m stuck overnight in Chicago again, I might stab somebody.

The awesome thing about flying through the Midwest is that even if you plan a flight for 3 days into fucking spring, you’re guaranteed to have a 2 day snowstorm brewing in Chicago.
God damnit.
Not looking forward to tomorrow’s flights.

man, David Spade is obnoxious.

the jackasses downstairs wouldn’t be so bad if they at least liked good music.

finishing up packing before i head home tomorrah

"Zombie eat brains, but zombie cannot swallow this injustice." — a zombie on The Simpsons

angry at myself because i apparently never changed my syllabus in the way i wanted to.

unwinding for a minute before winding back up for a couple hours.

fryin up some dinner

out for a while. hoping today will be the first time all semester when all of my students have read everything for class.

I’m just too damn optimistic sometimes, I know. I get that all the time.

meeting with chris offutt about my novel soon.

this whole "waking up and doing work" thing is weird, but surprisingly effective.

sometimes student emails make me want to throw my computer out the window.