Wakey Wakey …

Well, I gave in … finally took a mid-afternoon nap on the futon, which has made its way from Club Todder to the IPT classroom. Woohoo … it actually didn’t sleep too horribly.

Now I’m trying to blink myself back into wakefulness. I have a column to write for USCHO, which I can probably knock out in the next hour or so; if not, I’ll work on it after class. After Dr. Frederick sees our dry run of our presentation for class, we’re going to brainstorm a bit for the Open House, get final ideas pushed together, and then I’m going to kick them out of here a little early. This will probably be the last break we get in this class for a while.

Going over to Amy’s tonight … Jess is coming through town, and Jeremy has de-cloaked. I figure I have the time to de-cloak myself [well, not really, but screw it, I’m making time], so I will.

But now I gotta take the trash outta here … finally figured out the source of the funk in my shoes … the Spenco insoles that were so comfy five months ago now don’t do much, and my feet sweat so much that about half the surface was a nice salty white. Whew! I better get the stench outta here before the team starts filing in here …