On Wednesday, I have a meeting for coffee or tea at one o'clock.  It seems oddly familiar.  I'm going to have to dredge my archives and see what happened the last time this occurred.

In the meantime, I have a few books to read and some writing to keep going.  I also need to send prospective MA students emails selling the program.  Apparently, I'm a reliable contact on these matters.

I'll need to see if I can actually wake up in the morning.  Not sure how well that will work.

Regardless, things are about to get...dangeresque.

Before all of this happens, I think I need to stop by Cool Weapons Surplus to pick up a new nunchuck gun.  But the stairs in my building are blocked by laughing people, Congo Beat and his jungle music, and maybe a dog, so it looks like I'm going to have to jump....

(And no, I'm not actually going to jump out of a window or anything.  I'm just making a Strong Bad reference.  Though seriously, it is a bit noisy in this building tonight.)