Literally, I should go to bed at 10pm, but I’m being naughty…
This is going to take some serious getting used to, this working life, that is. I’m sure I can really get used to it when I’m hanging out all summer and getting paid for the privilege. And over fall/christmas/spring break. Or during the two-hours every morning that I don’t have students. Or in the evenings when I get off at 2:45pm. You know…now that I’ve laid all of my cards on the table, I suppose I’m not going to get much sympathy from the readers with this one. And, truth be told, I probably don’t deserve it.
Okay then, it’s off to bed I go!

It’s like Truffaut. Not that everything is film. But hard and soft at the same time like Truffaut. I think you see what I’m saying.