As usually I've waited until the last minute to study. I have a final on Thursday and another final on next Tuesday. I'm coming down the final stretch! I'll be so glad when this is over.
My boss asked me about teaching summer school. I could use the money, but I'm TIRED! She knows the crap I've been going through this semester, but she still "asked". You know when your boss "asks" you to do something, it means its not a request. She's gonna be pissed when I tell her that I will at least be out a week because we are going to Las Vegas to see Tristaprez's oldest daughter graduate. I already bought my plane ticket two months ago. I am also planning on recieving a visit from kingzjewel at the end of this month or the beginning of June. Since when did I cease being a human being? When did I become nothing more than a work horse, a pack mule or a drone? In any case, I decided this may be the time to break out my repertoire of old Negro spirituals to help me get through the remainder of the year:
Swing low, sweet chariot.
Comin' for ta carra me hoooommee.......
