This is me, still pretending I don’t have any work to do. Even though if I think I’m not working now, I’m going to be amazed at how much I don’t work next week, when both sets of parents–mine and GB’s–arrive on Tuesday. And I have papers to grade. And this annoying, way-more-complicated-than-it-seemed data job I’m supposed to be doing now. And the Horrible Tutorial to prepare for tomorrow.

And I’m sitting here wondering when the Squirrel will call back to tell me if it’s tequila at his house tonight–which has been the usual Thursday lately–or if I’m going to have to go out alone tonight, just because I’m *so freakin’ antsy I can’t concentrate on anything.*

La la la. I get paid to read blogs.