Mopey tiemz.

All I do is work.  Work.  Work.  Work.  I'm glad for the job and the paycheck, but dude.  *pokey-bottom-lip*  I haven't had a real vacation in forever.  I get up and go to work and then come home and work. 

Emails, lectures, assessments, grading, workshops, faculty development, more grading, mentoring, more emails, committees, oh and teaching too.  There is not an hour of the 24 hour day that could not be filled with some work.  *screws up face*  My faculty portfolio is due in a month.  I'm skerred.

I want to loooooooaaaaf.  I want to watch some Himself.  (Speaking of Himself, he is looking so dashing lately I can't even.)

I want to hang out and do something fun.  Luckily G is coming over this weekend and we're scheduled for copious libations and much Ewan!oggling.  There might be some SW Trivial Pursuit, and there will definitely be some Clone Wars squeeage.  No Salmon Fishing though, as even FECKIN' ATLANTA isn't big enough to rate part of the limited release.    REER.  But we'll have a week's worth of appearances to lust over, so that'll have to do. 

In the meantime, hold me, f-list.  I'm overworked and I need hugs and entertainment. 

: P