September 11, 2010


That's me right now y'all.


Like Cameron when he doesn't want to get out of bed in Ferris Bueller.

I'm going to try to interweave my tale of woe into a recipe.

Or, I was, until Doug just shut off the video game and decided to call it a night.

Suffice it to say, this having a job thing is kicking my ass. It doesn't help that I couldn't log into my course website until the second week of class. I'm so far behind I'm about to get lapped, and my 170 students (OMFG) are kinda getting shafted.

My husband is kinda getting shafted.

My diet is TOTALLY getting shafted.

Enough already. Bedtime.