Tom is Away

printing stuff, then running to temple and lasalle to take care of lots of (probably very frustrating) administrative crap.

finishing touches (aka, writing "TBA" on a lot of places in my syllabus), then headed to bed.

syllabizing one more time

i’m learnding.

eating some steak, finishing my syllabi, then finishing my draft board.

reporter: "What did Iraq have to do with the attack on the world trade center?"

– from a press conference monday.
It’s a shame he didn’t say that a few years ago.

testing out the new air conditioner.

more draft prep

"I can write the greatest songs and make the most fabulous films and be a fashion icon and conquer the world, but if there isn’t a world to conquer, what’s the point?" — an actual quote from Madonna

i wish bill simmons didn’t become a terrible writer.

pretty annoyed that some jerk came to read our meter at 7:45, and that the dogs won’t stop barking while he’s on our street

asleep.

watching south park, and probably catching up on sports news.

deciding whether or not i feel like driving to lasalle and temple at 8 am tomorrow.

ahhh, another hard day of work is over. now, doing nothing.

feeling surprisingly good, and, apparently, tim is surprisingly alive.

good for him.

birthday dinner, then some kind of wedding photographer thing, then birthday drinking.

Not my birthday, by the way. But you oughta know that.

orientation, day 2.

sleeping, cause suddenly i have to wake up early and stuff.

I am hungry.