The year is winding to a close and I'm surprised at how little I care. I'm completely drained this week - it's like my body, throwing off my cold at last, is taking every bit of life I have and letting it run out of my nose. Not a pleasant simile I know...but what's worse, to hear about runny noses or to have one? I have very little choice in the matter, I can assure you.

My teaching has all but dwindled away this week, until I'm just playing songs for the good ones and letting the not-so-good ones work and catch up on everything they've been too lazy to complete.

I'd like to talk about tonight's English department dinner, but I'm too tired.

Bed bed bed.