Tom is Away

out to dinner with my lady friend.

in my last two classes, in which rough drafts were due, 17 out of 36 students have failed to hand in a draft.

Fuck you, students.

running a bit late, even though i had an extra 3 hours to get to school today.

loving the fact that my morning class is cancelled.

not doing what I’m supposed to be doing.

wire.

reading some crap i don’t wanna read.

writing some letters of recommendation for a hopeful young fella who wants to be the next TMC.

reading.

possibly thinking about the Eagles.
Okay, probably.

thinking about walking the dogs, but I wouldn’t count on it.

An update on Freddie Mitchell, because I know you wanted it.

from an article about Purde fans who bring giant inflatable penises to the school’s football games:

at lasalle, pretending i care.

okay, starting tomorrow, i’ll catch up on all the work I’ve been putting off.

wiring up.

figgerin out the tailgate situation for sunday.

trying, and probably failing, to hear my TV over the sound of my dog chomping on his toenails and licking himself.
Yeah, I know it’s gross, but at least you don’t have to hear it.

oh what the hell, i’ll jut take a nap.

conferencing with 15 students in a row at temple, unless i manage to fake my own death before I get there.