So I thought I was doing fine with school; I was feeling relatively Zen about the whole thing. And then BAM! it hit me, the stress I mean. Only three weeks left of proper class - a time period in which I have to workshop twice (this week and next) and when you factor in work which is keeping me pretty busy, well then there you go, I am a bit of a basket case. And tired, really tired. And trying to figure out how to balance it all in the next three weeks without going completely nuts or alienating those around me.

Oh yeah, and the Kings are depressing the hell out of me lately. Snap out of it already guys! Make Chris come in off the bench. Something.

Oh yeah and that was me in the car yesterday, screaming at the radio when George Bush said that he "grieved" for the families of September 11th, with whom he met "a lot". That wasn't the question the reporter asked, she asked if you felt responsible.

We all grieved.

Feh.

I am happy with the thought of possible rain though. Suddenly I'm wishing I had a Smiths CD for the drive down to Oakland. The Sufjan Stevens or new Eleni Mandell should suffice however.