I don't wanna.

I don't wanna go teach 101.

I wanna go write.

I wanna write a couple of poltical essays.

I wanna work on my Holly thing. (Note to self--dig out translation of the Peristephanon from last year.)

I wanna play with a Latin translation (papal dispensation for Thomas More to keep and read "heretical" texts--squee!)

But I'm gonna go teach 101.

Bleah. The good news is that they're overdue for a grammar day, which is easier to teach than writing.

Comma splices, here I come...

I need a neurotic icon.

I am feeling very anxious about the upper endoscopy tomorrow. I have no problem with them sticking a fiber optic cable down my throat. Not at all.

The idea of being knocked out, on the other hand, is making my not-so-inner-control-freak absolutely batshit crazy.

Anybody feel like making me an icon? There's a line from "Mad About You." Well, a pair of lines, really.

"Do you have a motto yourself?"
"Never marry anyone more neurotic than yourself."

Poor torberg didn't seem to get the memo...