Memo

Today I went to Wal-Mart to get my oil changed. (I know I know, every man should be able to change their own oil. Whatever.) As I handed the employee my keys he asked what I planned to do for the 30 or so minutes it would take to change the oil. I held up my shopping list and said, "No worries, I need to pick up a few things."
He tilted his head, looked at my list, and said, "Cute."

I forgot I had written my shopping list on my new post-it pad.

So thanks Jill for making me the laughing stock of the automotive section of Wal-Mart.
(Worth it. Although I've wasted more than a few just writing captions for the kitten.)

Midterms

I'm in the tempest of midterms again.
The tempest seems to be preceded by a flurry of papers.
Things suffer as a result. Blogging (sorry WiAC), eating, and sleeping.
But this lonely buffalo always suffers. It was us, the white man, that ruined this guys life. Remember that one scene from Dances with Wolves? With all the dead and wasted buffalo? That was us. The loneliness of the buffalo is on me now. Great....like my plate isn't full enough.