I still don't have Magical Inter-web, but I survived my first day of classes. If everything shakes out the way it ought to, I'll have two honors seminars, Directing, Documentary Film, Russian, Shakespeare, Jefferson's America, Rules of War & Terrorism, and Politics & the Internet to contend with this year. My future with the CBT for the semester is sketchy at this point, which tears me up as we were totally gunning for this one, but that is what it is (and it may still work out to where I can do the show; it's just that nothing's certain this week).
Everyone's back, and cocaine jokes are the new "roo". No, really. (It's not a question of if this will backfire on us, merely when and how badly.) I've got a lump on my back. I'm going to die. They God, I need a nap.
Oh, and I've got all my sophomores back to shepherd, and who knows how many freshmen coming in on Friday, so if you want to see me before you go wherever, waiting to see if I'll get in touch with you will leave you a sad monkey. For fuck's sake, quit whining and just call me.
Oh, and: July.