This working 6 days a week thing is kicking my ass. I'm soo tired, darlings. I've been slacking on my workouts, and I've decided that if I don't work out BEFORE work it's never going to happen. I'm so slothful by the time I get home that I don't wanna do anything other than get horizontal and read (or be a total sloth and watch a bushel of TV). Speaking of TV, Constantine the Gross....aka, Connie (hi, Jeff), got kicked off tonight. There is a God and he's smiling at me and my favorites. Sing on Carrie Underwood and Bo Bice. Oh, and I'm going to get that Gavin Degraw CD tomorrow if it's the last thing I do. Then I'll be able to squirm whenever I want...at the push of a button.
Tomorrow is the last class meeting before I start giving final exams to my students. My Reading class is having a party, and I have every intention of eating myself into a carb-induced coma before I start working out again on Friday morning.
Today a woman came into the library...older, bad straw hat, yard-workin' clothes. She returned a book called, "How to Teach Your Dog to Behave." That started a conversation...me being a rabid dog lover and all. Well, I don't love rabid dogs...I love normal dogs rabidly. You know what I mean. Anyhow, I asked what breed of dog she has, which prompted her to tell me all about how her new Yorkie came from a puppy mill (unbeknownst to her), and now the WOMAN has a FUNGUS that she got from the dog. Said fungus can easily be transmitted to people and other animals through casual contact. Yeah, bring on the alcohol pads and Lysol. I have three dogs that have always been fung-free, but now that I work in a library we'll probably all get it. *scratch*
I'm going to bed. Wish me dreams of cheesecake and Gavin Degraw bein' my baby-daddy.