I've become convinced in the last five full weeks of classes that education professors sit around in a smoky back room somewhere and think up all sorts of stupid busy work for their students. I haven't done this many little crap projects in . . . well, frankly, I can't remember EVER doing this many little crap projects. I can't even resort to caffeine to give me a boost through since my new BP medication REALLY doesn't like caffeine. The headaches just aren't worth it.

While I'm ranting and raving, let me just say the US Postal Service can BITE ME! It took me three days last week to receive my new Junoon CD because my mail carrier just couldn't take the time to wait for me to go down to the front desk to sign for it, and she wouldn't let anyone else sign for it either. I'm convinced they saw that the package was from Pakistan, they thought it was an al-Qaida recruitment tape, and they wanted me on video for Homeland Security. Fascists.

On a couple of positive notes, the CD rocks (I love "Pappu Yaar"), and I'm heading out to the Great Plains Renaissance Festival tomorrow.