Tom is Away

trying to finish my syllabi

If Jerome McDougle turns out to be productive for the Giants, I might actually have to kill somebody.

cooking breakfast.

maybe the last glass of whiskey was a mistake.

grilling homemade burgers, waiting for the eagles cuts.

trying to determine whether our super-expensive, space-age vacuum has stopped working after only a few months.

I’d say this thing sucks, but clearly that’s the whole issue.

doing the labor day (weekend) thing

revising

back from the movies, at which I surprisingly did not see either "Disaster Movie" or the creatively titled "College."

Highly recommended– "Elegy"

wishing we weren’t out of fudge.

trying to figure out how to handle a stupid mess in my comp schedule

supposedly, an average of 15 people comes off the eagles season ticket waiting list each year, which means in 2400 years, I’m gonna have me some tickets, and then you’ll all be jealous.

Ranked 36,000 on the Eagles waiting list…. anyone wanna go to a game with me in 2042?

these conventions couldn’t be more awful.

Last weekend of summer vacation about to begin…

flipping between the Eagles and Phils

reading: "Being Dead" by Jim Crace

got emails from Sherman Alexie and George Saunders today, which, I assure you, is way more exciting than it might sound to you.

working

another barrelhouse update by me.