Another Night When I Should Already Be In Bed

I've been sitting at this friggin' desk since about 6:00 or so, and I don't think I can handle much more of this nonsense. After spending an hour or so reading Shakespeare and relevant criticism, I was forced to write a paper which should have been about four pages. In my normal manner, however, I have circumvented this requirement by placing way too many lines between my header, title, and beginning paragraphs. I think I'm about two and half pages total. I'm a complete lazy ass when it comes to writing, especially when it involves something of waning interest.
Now I have to put together some type of lesson plan/discussion questions for a Intro to Lit class that I can pass out to students tomorrow (Tuesday) for my initiation into teaching lit this coming Thursday (what a hideous sentence). I am excited, but I have been beaten down by the comments of a fair number of professors who winced when I told them I would be teaching Steinbeck's The Chrysanthemums. They then related horror stories involving their own failed attempts at teaching the acclaimed short story, generally during their earlier years of teaching. They tried to give me good advice. But I get the feeling there's a bet going on somewhere in the department concerning me and absolute failure. Oh, well.
Like a guy I used to know always said . . .

Two tears in a bucket . . . fuck it.

It's been a mantra of mine for the last 10 years or so. At the very least maybe someone will take pity on me and buy me lunch or something.

I divulged the creation of this blog to a friend of mine today (the only good secret is a shared secret -- with some things anyway), and she was asking for the address/info/whatever. I'll probably give it to her soon, mainly because there are few things less fulfilling than writing stuff that nobody reads. But once she reads it, then others that I know will, too. I don't know if that's good or bad, but then again, I think that's partly why I'm doing this anyway.

Larry gives me strength. He doesn't talk much though. Perhaps he needs a blog to help him open up.

What did you say, Larry?

Larry, you're crazy!!