R. is sick with the flu, which means shortly I will be too. A fun little sick rhyme for all of you!

It’s BUTT-LOVIN’ cold in this damn 150 year old building. I like old things, but I prefer my toes to not fall off.

I’m planned through Thursday of next week, totally graded, and just want to go home. Why did I not bring blankets and pillow for a lunch period nap?

Oooh I finally figured out how to put my writing links in the sidebar!!!

One contact is sticking and making my vision all blurry making it hard to read/type.

Imagine if James Joyce chose these topics for his stream of consciousness.