I might be in for it...

I've checked email recently, and one of my three classes has a "short" reading list, since most of the texts aren't available in the bookstore. This translates to seven novels, a course pack later on, several items that will be made available online for us, and a CD's worth of material we'll be burning during the first class. This is not to mention the other things we are to be familiar with, such as the three different websites, and regular class handouts. I think I'm screwed.

The second of my classes features four books of poetry and various class handouts, and I still don't know what the Grass class will entail other than that it's the only official "novel" class I have, and that it's with one of the more reading and reading analysis intensive professors in the department. Yep. Screwed. I don't know if my efforts toward organization this time around will be as helpful as I'd hoped. They may overload me regardless of calendars and vigilant jotting down of dates.

Of course, I intend to survive it all, and since it hasn't even started yet, there's no point in becoming alarmed.

I pick up E at the airport tomorrow, and later that night we go together to pick up AM. From there, I hope that we three will be joined by R and K for a One Guy's Pizza reunion and freedom party.

Well, that's really about it for now. I'm off to twist up some pipe cleaner creatures while I still have time to twiddle. I hope to some day make pipe cleaner action figures. Go on. Twitch those eyebrows at someone else. Soon, I'll have a vast empire called "Pipe Cleaner Dreams, Inc." Then we'll see whose eyebrows are twitching.

And with that, I wish you all a very cordial--

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