Tom is Away

Am I going to go to the Beer, Bourbon, and BBQ Festival some day? Yes, yes I am.

This year? maybe. Tough to schedule.

Brunch may not sound like the manliest meal on the block, but it may be the most delicious.

re-reading three books simultaneously, trying to cobble together class plans.

I could probably live without Temple sending me twice-daily email updates about the respective postseasons of the men’s and women’s basketball teams.

in case you’re wondering, it takes about 42 minutes to spellcheck a 587 page document that’s littered with dictionary-unfriendly wrestling terms.

on the deck for the foreseeable future. Very likely toasting myself with some 12 year old Bushmill’s.

1st draft complete. Feeling like I just finished a marathon.

Current count: 587 pages. 196,000 words. 300 hours of revision left to do.

grilling everything I see today.

charging hard.

prediction: the Eagles will keep cutting players until they only have 11 people on the roster. 10 of them will be offensive linemen.

having a phone that delivers my email is nice because at about 35 minute intervals, I get a beeping reminder that most of the email I get is worthless.

drunks yelling in the streets already. Unfortunately, it’s just my neighbor and he does this every day.

Shawn Andrews has to be among the top 5 most disappointing Philadelphia athletes, at least during my lifetime.

Well, for what it’s worth, Seahawks fans are pissed about losing Darryl Tapp. Link

no more publicizing deadlines, at least not until I’m actually going to meet one.

trying to figure out who the hell Darryl Tapp is.

I think the first Spring-like day is my favorite day of every year.
Having a beer on the deck, because I can’t think of a single reason not to.

Ohio– Death row inmate attempts suicide, is revived by the state, then scheduled for execution a week later.

completely forgot that I’d even applied for a job at a school in Naperville, IL, but was reminded today when I was rejected.

it has become apparent that the first two years of a PR major’s schooling focus entirely on the importance of using exclamation points. Everything is shouted. Everything is joyous.