I managed to swallow the upper ball of my tongue barbell yesterday. Mea culpa. It had been ages since I had tightened it. The only spare barbell I have is one topped by a captive ring, and the bar is a bit too long, so I never wear it. So I had to buy a couple new ones. The rose I got in red; the transparent acrylics I got in blue (and sprung for the ball on both ends). My dentist would be so proud of me for buying acrylic (I get chastized for steel). He liked my pink glow-in-the-dark one, but I lost that.
Cathe, my favorite video instructor, is having a presale. Does that woman ever quit? If I order on Sunday before the game, I win a mug for free if I can guess the Superbowl winner. I'm leaning toward the Pats, but I'll ask DH what he thinks.
In more escrow news, we arranged for homeowners insurance through AAA. They gave us a hefty discount for already having auto insurance through them. The insurance inspector is going out there Thursday, but we don't have to go. They are forced to look inside any house over 3 years old (this one's an ancient 4). I still don't know what's going on with the loan. 17 days left now.
I forgot about a Law & Language midterm review last night until 7, so we're meeting Francesca & Mike tonight instead. What a waste of time that was. The T.A. led it, and he spent half the hour talking about himself. He's only 22, and this is his first class assist. Maybe I'm wrong, but it seemed like he was a bit drunk yesterday evening.
We're through with Gide's Les Caves du Vatican in French Lit. I was supposed to have read the first couple chapters of Camus' L'étranger for today's 5 p.m. lecture, but I'll probably read it on the bus ride over (my copy has already been read and scribbled in multiple times).
