Apparently, due to my week of sole-focus on putting out the new ticket tracking system at work, my personal life for the week bunched up and jumped on me today. Satan’s birthday went a little something like this: out the door to early to watch the kids while parent prepared, “Oh, yeah, she had a miscarriage at six months. I don’t know how she ( Read more... )

I hate daylight savings time.

The Dream:
After much controversy, a director at my alma mater defies direct orders and greenlights his performance of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. From what I pick up, the university objects to the sexual content of the play. By the time I opt to take my seat (no more gossip to be heard in the halls), I end up ( Read more... )