can it be the weekend?
Midterm essay, check. Journal assignment, check. Little explication essay, check. Another midterm and work in other classes, check.
What's left? WORK, grading things, WORK, WORK and WORK. Also, long essay that currently exists in outline form only. But what the hell, it's something.
Must go work now. Or grade. Or something.
Oh yeah, that
human finger found in chili at Wendy's? My neighborhood. No really, it's like three miles from my house. I'd eat there but for some reason I always forget it's there and instead go to the Wendy's approx. 5 miles away. I think I'll keep driving the extra two miles when I want french fries and a frosty.
