Sunday night blues

Sometimes on Sunday nights, I get a little loony. I don't know what I'm teaching tomorrow morning. I don't care. I need a hug. I eat some ice cream. I mope a little. And I procrastinate on the internet. Here's a sampling:

Merry Christmas, everybody. Love, Mary and Mystery Man

City Driving

Considering some of my friends' commuting experiences, my morning drive to the next city over is painless.

I usually get an adrenaline rush as I recklessly zoom in the left lane, passing cars like a crazy woman. The irony? I am zooming at 67 miles an hour. Sometimes less. The right lane chugs along between 50-60 mph, and the middle lane at EXACTLY 60. The left lane remains comparatively empty, making it easy for us young LocoDrivers to break the law.

Oh, Washington. I love you.

Saturday posting...

I just finished my very first hat!



Other exciting things: David took me to Across the Universe, and it's fun. I bought a shoe organizing rack and a pretty coat. It's sunny (pretty much).

Otherwise, this week kicked my butt. School left me totally wiped out every day. I stayed longer than 11 hours on Monday and Friday. I found myself, through a severe miscalculation, with an extra hour of unplanned class time. I have nightmares about things like that.