Typical Monday

Where is it written that all Mondays have to make you feel like death warmed over? Weekend. Too. Short. Coffee. Too. Scarce.

I've decided to cut back on caffeine. *waits for gasps to die down* I'm starting to feel like I did most of grad school (you know - tired, sick, ulcer-y...happy), and I'm not even smoking anymore. Apparently, my stomach no longer wishes to accept coffee without food. Feh.

I have jury duty tomorrow. Revise - I have jury selection tomorrow to see if I have jury duty. Feh, again. Don't get me wrong - I'm all about that civic duty nonsense, but I just don't like the way they go about it. They won't let me volunteer for duty when it's convenient for me (yes, I'm a nerd - I've tried), but they have managed to choose a time when I'm teaching 11 classes, which I cannot afford to get behind in, and for which I cannot afford to hire a substitute (because, although the school is required to pay me my salary, it is not required to pay for a sub, particularly when I am the sub). So I've had to work nothing short of a miracle to be off tomorrow. And for what? For me to get there and have them tell me - "Thank you for your time, but you have not been selected." I can tell them right now that they won't select me - I have too many opinions, and attorneys don't like jurors with opinions. So there goes a day. Maybe I'll get a nap, though.

Favorite quote of the day - Turkish proverb - "Coffee should be black as Hell, strong as death, and sweet as love."

Hey, ya'll, my speech teacher said, "woobie!"

I was being questioned about Smallville before one of my classes started today. I forget why it came up. Anyway, there was talk of Lex trying not to become his father, and I think the words, "Ah, poor little woobie," actually came out of my mouth.

*practicing the distinction*

Actual voice, voice in my head. Actual voice, voice in my head.