That Moment Before All Hell Breaks Loose

You know that moment, say when your plane is about to take off, or when they launch a rocket - and the engines are fired up and the noise and vibrations are taking over, but there's no movement? That moment when you're still just sitting on the runway, when the arms break away from the rocket, and it's just levitating?

That's me today.

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In about 3.5 seconds, all hell is going to break loose and I'm going to be high in the sky, all systems a go.

This week (today, actually), all of my tutoring starts up again and I start the new writing consultant job on Thursday. I'm in the final stages of solidifying my syllabus which has proven about 400 times more complicated than I expected (all readings, all assignments, all points, all homework, all activities, all scheduling and planning for the entire semester) but I am trying to think long-term and not kill myself on a day-to-day basis in the coming months. This present difficulty will prove to be a blessing in the middle of February when none of my neurons are firing and I'm incapable of simple personal hygiene, much less reading, writing, or planning anything.

Lucy is not sympathetic.

The pet store was out of her usual litter, so I had to get this white, fluffy kind. It looks like it's snowing in her cage, and she messes it up all the time, but it made sense in theory.

My disdain of learning new technology aside, these new phones take phenomenal pictures. Check this one out, from my covert op last week. I could tell you about it, but then I would have to kill you.

I will pay you $1,000 to finish my semester planning.