This could be the longest week ever

At least for now anyway.
I've got to cover a couple of classes for a friend tomorrow, one at 9:00 and another at 12:00. It's been late night after late night, and I just got home at 10:00, yet I've still gotta eat, shower, etc. I'm doing a fair job of keeping up with my American Lit readings, so after Thursday, it should be gravy.
Except for the conference paper that I have to finish sometime before the Super Bowl.
I've got options as to where I want to party for the big game, but I haven't made up my mind just yet as to where I will present my staggering figure.

One thing's for sure:
There will be alcohol involved, probably on a large scale.

My set, aka my homies, have concluded our plans for Little Rock. It should be a fun experience that teaches us all a lot. Plus we get to pretend to be academics. I can imagine the registrar for the event eyeing us suspiciously as we slap our "Hello, my name is _____" tags on. Probably she will be caught between calling the police to have us removed from the premises or just following us around with a video camera, ever hopeful that "America's Funniest Academic Conferences" can find a home on Fox, PBS, or maybe one of those channels that everyone gets with their cable but nobody watches. It would probably be better if we didn't have to actually write. Therefore, I'm considering looking into an interpretive dance routine with Andi.

We'll call it "Repressed Angst in the Writing Center."

Or maybe I'll just re-enact a Civil War battle. It's still up in the air.