Brought to you today by Sudafed and NyQuil. I have to start feeling better, since my week looks like this:
Monday–newspaper deadline and Freshman Orientation. Home ETA 9 PM
Tuesday–newspaper deadline and piano lessons. Home ETA 9 PM
Wednesday–newspaper deadline and parent-teacher conferences. Home ETA 9 PM
Thursday–newspaper deadline and parent-teacher conferences. Home ETA 9 PM. Or 11 PM if if go out with friends, all dependent upon whether I’ve kicked this virus.
I’m not feeling very witty this morning…a combination of the illness and the news coming out of Steubenville. (Warning–the story is not for the faint of heart.) I’m still trying to process the whole event…I don’t understand why it’s too much to ask men to just not be dirtbags, and instead place all the burden of safety on women. I can’t think about it for too long because it just makes me wonder why I even bother to get out of bed in the morning. Anyway.
I’m a writer, but I haven’t done all of these.
Part of what makes America great is that this lunatic can say what he thinks, and I can call him a lunatic.
Someone needs to write this book.
And finally, a vlog.
