may 12, 2003. Today was a comically bad day, starting with freshly squozen nightmares, segueing into a leak developing in my lunch gingerale that led to C. Thomas Flood asking me to get on my hands and knees and scrub it up, and culminating in a missed on-call that had the secretaries baying for my blood. All of this before 10 a.m., people. Is it any wonder that I had to cry for a full 15 minutes before I could face the world? There were a couple of good things about today, most notably that my most foulmouthed student has been booted into the world of work. Heh. I hope they arranged placement in a poolhall or a shipyard; buddy's got a mouth like a sewer and he's twice as lazy as sin. Again with the nausea. Goodnight. 5 years ago today: tisember postponed