All I actually want from life right now is to have nothing to do.   Unfortunately, these two piles of worksheets here don’t count as nothing and I probably shouldn’t cheat by not actually grading them or throwing them away or summat.  I just want them to be done and to not be my problem any longer so that I can have seven or eight hours of actual relaxation before going to bed tonight.

I may be growing weary of six-day weeks, guys.

That’s all for now. Somebody spent last night trolling through the archives (I SEE YOU) so I don’t even feel like I have to babysit my traffic today.  Screw you, pointless metric-obsession!  Hah!

Making reubens for dinner.  Read a book about a guy named Reuben last night and he made me hungry.  Plus, foodspin.

G’bye.