Is it weird that the weekend doesn't feel like the weekend anymore? It's because I don't do much on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

I got paid today, and with Jess working and with her having lines on more work, things are looking a lot better. I have my parents coming to Tucson in less that two weeks. I still have to fix my car, try to fix my bike (the rear brake is rubbing), grade one class's papers, read Reading Lacan by Jane Gallop for Tuesday, and I have the final papers for both graduate classes, one twelve pages and the other fifteen, hanging over my head. Maybe I should get rid of this procrastination thing. But times are good. I want to buy the new Interpol CD, and Jess wants to go see a movie tonight.

And the coffee just keeps tasting better! My afternoon coffee tastes better than my morning coffee. Anyway, all is well. Lovies.