I'm trying to end the semester on a high note. That should be fine, but this is how I feel right now:
I have stuff to write, stuff to turn in, stuff to put away, stuff to plan, stuff to ignore, etc. I also have people to visit before I leave for home, people to plan to see when I am home, people to avoid before I go home, and I have one person I cannot drive nuts before 13 November.
Running? Yes.
Flawless? Hayull no.
Signing up for half marathons anyway? Natch.
Oh, and when I'm not in crisis mode, I'm rescuing little buggers from Zuni, the Mistress of Feline Hell.
It's Stinky Ewen the Skink. It might not be a skink, but its name is Stinky Ewen the Skink anyway. Don't give me any grief. It's better than Dweezil.
Nuh-night, Puss Puss.
