So remember how I mentioned I'm assistant teaching at the local community college this semester? Well, it's been great. Great students, who have great energy, who make it a great experience overall.
Great, great, great.
Um, well. Yeah.
What's not so great is that I got home from class last night at 2am. Yes, the 2am that comes in the slow, still hours when only hungry newborns, shut-out bar patrons and insomniacs rule the world. We were on production deadline and last night was our last opportunity to wrap up a semester's worth of loose ends.
So that's it for me today. You can find me crumpled in a corner of the living room, if you need me, trying to sell the kids on watching yet another Disney DVD while I drool in my full-blown knowledge that I'm closer to 40 than 30. And far, far away from 20 -- the last time I could pull off all-nighters.
Thanks for playing.
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In my twenties I once did 72 hours on my feet before I lost all sense of reality. I can't even come close anymore.
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