Academic Harassment

Sweet merciful crap. The only way I can get anything done is under back-breaking pressure without interuptions. The two times in the last week I set aside to get some serious creative writing done and I just can't get 10 minutes without someone distracting me. I'm working here. Get the hell up off my grill.

I present to you now, the bastard child of my limited intellect: Blake's Awesome Coffee.

The title is somewhat misleading in as much as it features no character named Blake and the protagonist does nothing but bitch about about the taste/temperature of his java. I tried working a lot of subtle little threads into it. Let me know if it actually worked. Just tear into this one if you'd like. Make requests for revisions. It's only ~1800 words (I'm such a slap-dick). I shuddered when I realized it, but this one might actually be constrewed as a love story. I know. Kill me.

In other news, we approved all 34 associates for initiation next week. That means initiaion will last some 4 or more hours and that does not sit well with me. But I suppose it's worth it... for them. Shannon will be (hopefully) making it out that weekend for the banquet in Bloomington and I have yet to figure out how that is going to work.

The associates are throwing their party on Saturday in which I have volunteered to be a DD. This makes me the oldest person working the party who's not serving at the bar (a 21+ job). I figure I'll cut loose Friday night and go see Munich. I have some movie theater gift certificates to blow through. I'll probably end up using half on popcorn. Ha.

OK. That's all from me. Live fast, die now.