I think it might be Friday. If it is, then my new article is up on the City Wire. Nope it’s not up, so it must not be Friday. Crap. We were so close there for a second.

I’m not really waking up very quickly this morning. The coffee isn’t going in fast enough. Good God. I had to correct every word in that last sentence. Gotta wake up.

So, I got my Microbiology test back yesterday. I got a 66% on it. I felt pretty bad about it until I heard that the class average was 57%. I don’t feel so bad about my beating the majority of the class, especially since I missed all of the lecture except the first half of the first chapter. It was my lab partner’s help that got me through that one. Of course he got an A. So, yeah. But, I didn’t fail it, so that’s good. I can come back from that. A high B on the first test and a high D on the second means all A’s from here on out. Right? Right.

So, we’ve got baby kittens. Little squishy ones. Do you have little squishy black baby kittens? I do-o-o-n’t think s-o-o-o-o.

Okay, seriously, I’ve got to wake up.

So, this weekend, the girls are going up to Eureka for the Mardi Gras parade and they are leaving us boys to our own devices (read as Fleshlights). What are we going to do while they are gone? All sorts of man-stuff. Stuff with a dropped G. You know: choppin’, smashin’, burnin’, killin’. Stuff like that. In all reality, I am probably going to see The King’s Speech with Sweet Bread, have a good cry, and then spend the rest of the night brainstorming ideas with him and Dave about this book of poetry we’re starting to work on. Yes, poetry. Poetry, in fact, about professional wrestling. It is still in the baby forms of planning right now, but I’ll let you know when it grows up a little.

Still not awake. Gotta go to work. More soon. ~SC