Saphhous

Pirate dreams

So, for about the last hour I was asleep this morning, I was dreaming I was in some group learning a song.
But not just any song -- a pirate song. Now, I don't think there were any pirates there, it was more like Barrand's class. (And come to think of it, it sounds like something he would have taught.) And it was just two lines over and over again. Here is how I think they went:

"16 beers and a bottle of rum,

16 beers and the bottle is young."

It was apparently quite the song. I don't know what this says about me or what it means, other than we should probably stop waking up to jazz music, because that was definitely playing in the background the whole time.

Uggggggh

So here's my new routine: Up at 5:30 a.m., shower, get lunches ready for the kids. Drink coffee, eat. Get dressed. Do newspaper stuff from 6:30-8. Wake Joab up at 7:20. Get him dressed, fed, shod. Joab on the bus at 8:10 a.m. Me on campus around 9, find parking. Work and class, times depending on the day.

Home late all this week because of extended hours; after that, home by 6 M-R, 5:30 Fridays. Feed children. Make sure homework and chores are done. More newspaper stuff till 9:30, when I head for bed.

Class and work schedule:

MWF: Delphi 9:30-12:30, Business and professional speaking 1-2, Astronomy 2-3, Delphi 3-6 (extended hours this week; usually off at 5 p.m.)

TR: Delphi 9:30-10:45, Mass Comm. Law 11-12:15, Delphi 12:30-2:15, Interpersonal Comm. 2:30-3:45, (this week and next only) Delphi 4-6.

Whoo-hoo.

all done!

Wedding: over. Honeymoon: almost over. (In the technical fashion, of course.

One week down. Thousands to go.

It definitely seems like I should get to spend the day before my wedding laying around at a spa or something ... Instead, I've got laundry and dishes to do, errands to run and a brain to not lose. More bah!

too early, clanky, too early

I hate getting up at 6 a.m. I just hate it.
Two more days. Just two. I suppose it'll go fine, or at least close to fine. I have to work today, then tomorrow is rehearsal day. Bah. I'm really just ready for it to be over so I can stop worrying.

Bah!

I see how it is. I finally post again and now nobody comments. C'mon, give me some incentive!