Boy. I'm going to be toasted.

Fffft. Five pages to do for Monday. Three for Tuesday. Five more for next Monday. Five after that, probably twice around before getting to finals, and possibly a ten-page segment in there, too. I'm going to sit a lot in front of this word processor here in the next few weeks.

It doesn't help, of course, that I did get into block, and thus will be in Columbus for the game this Saturday. It may mean that I have to do work on the way down and type furiously when I get back.

Luckily, I'm already on page three of the first five-segment. So I'm doing okay, I think. Maybe. Maybe not.

So I turn my attention to other things. Like AP photographer caught in Fallujah crossfire.

Or dangerous rock groups, perhaps. Nuts causing accidents, maybe?

Nah. Best that I go to bed and keep trying to beat this cold. Keep Getting-To-Know-Ya, though. Good questions are hard to come by.

Woo.

Or, perhaps, maybe, Wom, wom. Either way, I'm hopefully getting over the sickness, I still have the papers to write, and I hopefully will send off the last bits of my grad school applications tomorrow. Then there's the feetball game. And a family Thanksgiving the Sunday after that. So when I say that I have stuff to do, I mean it in the most congenial of ways, but it's deadly accurate as well. I'm not worried yet, though I should be. Plus, I think I'm having a little bit of a mental block, trying to divide my attention between so many projects all at once.

Today started off painfully, considering that as I was questing for floor space in the museum, listening to my professor talk about our paper assignment, I found, instead of floor, column corner. So that's been painful and sore all of today. Oh, well. It's fun.

That's it. B-o-oring, shouts Calvin from his seat.