I try to write this blog entry three times. First I write about how I hit the wall today
and can't even function after teaching all day and having grad school after.
The entry sucks. I
delete it.
Then I write about the douche bag in my class who writes
scathing commentary to all of us while touting his own crap as Pulitzer Prize
material. It's more like Poultry Prize
material, but I would certainly never write that kind of stuff on his paper
when peer editing or work-shopping a piece of his writing. I realize that it's just too mean, even if
it's the truth. I self-edit this second
blog attempt, meaning I delete it. (But
I still think he's a major douche.)
So, folks, I guess that just leaves you and me here, and
I'll be honest with you: I'm damn tired.
I truly am. I think I'm getting too old for these
thirteen-hour days where I have to be (or at least act) engaged every moment
except for commuting time, and even then I have to stay alert lest I cause a
major accident on 114.
I guess that brings me to the two things I wanted to tell
you today. Wait. I just dozed off and now I cannot remember
what I was going to type. Oh, yeah: I'm tired, and one of my classmates is a
douche. Which leads my to this: I may not be funny today, maybe not even
tomorrow, but I hope I'm at least mildly entertaining.
Along that same thought line, just a shout-out to anyone
still reading. You people may not be
funny today, either, but you're always entertaining. In an imperfect and exhaustive world, that's
better than winning the Powerball Jackpot of about a billions dollars.
Okay, not it's not. But
I did manage to type that with a straight face, just the same.
