Am avoiding getting ready for a club event. It’s special and fancy and everyone worked hard to get here and I’m MCing. And I am the most hip-happening emcee you’ve ever seen, but my energy and motivation levels are at the “alert! alert!” point. So hopefully I can make ‘em laugh.
My bff Frank Turner is shouting at me to feel better and it’s almost working. Thanks Frank.
"Do you wanna call, or are you too tired?"
The answer should always be “Too tired.”
Made a stupid obscure literary reference on facebook just now. Was certain only one person would get it, but he’s never online anymore. Well, he saw it and his response made me laugh and cry and it hurts. It’s either true love or the flu and I don’t know which is worse.
So I have this class. This three-part film history class. I’m in the third part and there are new TAs. Today I saw my old TA and she stopped me and we started talking. She said she’d heard stories and buzz and whispers of discontent about how the class was being run this quarter. I’m kind of on the inside because I have a dumb small job working the media for this class, so I’ve always been on the inside with the TAs, too.
And she was in a rush, but she gave me this furtive little hug, and it felt like a loved one was visiting me in jail.
Too bad I already filled out the evaluation for the class, because this is gold. Hah.