8:15

I came in to work this morning feeling pretty tired, but not too bad. I checked my email and checked in some books; I checked the calendars and meeting schedules; I answered phone calls and even checked my facebook. I thought that today wasn't going to be so bad--I was doing well at keeping myself busy--time was sure to fly. It'd be quittin' time before I knew it.

I thought all these things before I looked at the clock.

It's only 8:15.

A.M.

Right now. That's after I took the time to get on this stupid blog thing and type.

I wonder if anyone would notice if I curled up underneath my desk and took a long nap.

an analogy

I love salads. All kinds. Garden salad, pasta salad, potato salad, broccoli salad, mandarin orange salad...the list could go on, but I think it would be easier just to say:

salads : caitlin :: shrimp : bubba

Also, I don't have to go to work tomorrow. I may not have gotten three weekdays off for Spring break like our students, but I'll take a three day weekend very gladly!

I'd rather be at Hogwarts.

It's been a while. I abandoned the blog mostly because I couldn't see the point of it, and I was tired of so much in my life being pointless. Also, I didn't really have much to say, and I was bored with blogging. Now, this post doesn't necessarily mean that I finally have something interesting to say, or that I have suddenly come to realize that my meaningless virtual rants have tremendous inherent value--it just means that I'm very bored and have finished reading Harry Potter.

Anyways, it's springtime in Charleston (at least it's supposed to be--what's with the cold snap last night?), and the azaleas are blooming in full force. I love it, probably because of the monstrous azalea bushes that filled my front yard growing up, and it's been years since I've been able to see them. So many colors!

Right now I'm trying to decide where to go for graduate school--BYU or College of Charleston? Any suggestions? There are ups and downs to both choices, and my brain is getting tired of thinking about it! But I've got to choose, and "get on with my life." :)

My dog Audrey has an arch nemesis. His name is Rudolph and he lives across the street with Mr. Bojangles, the rooster. I just hope their enmity doesn't come to any kind of showdown--Chihuahua vs. giant German Shepherd--things wouldn't turn out in Audrey's favor, I'm afraid. Besides, I don't think Rudolph feels any real hostility--he just likes to see how fast Audrey can run.