Tired as hell. Pulled an all-nighter. Managed to swing three jjong-parties. By the way, that pasta-- my variation of Wolfgang Puck's Oscar night mac n' cheese-- rocked the fucking house.
More later. I've got to grade one final batch of tests, then I'm seriously contemplating just falling asleep, all chores left undone.
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Thursday, February 28, 2008
Ah'm tard
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