"Getting my hair carefully disheveled...3 units."

In a few minutes, I will be driving Broseph P. Monforton to the airport. And Casa Mofo will be returning to its previous level of occupancy (3). This will be quite a shift from the 12 adults that were sleeping here on Saturday night. However, since Thursday, I've gotten absolutely nothing of consequence done. This needs to be remedied quickly because I've taken a mental note of my running to-do list, and good Lawd, it's not getting any shorter. Here are a few developments.

• My online classes are going well. I submitted a short essay for my poli-sci class and my professor replied with her comments the next day. I got an A on the paper, but she felt it necessary to give me advice on using contractions in academic papers-- yet, my shit-for-brains classmates (75% of them at least) don't seem to know how to spell our President's name OR know whether the term "progressive" refers to Democrats or Republicans. I'm thinking my professor has much bigger problems that me using one or two contractions in my paper for chrissakes. My screenwriting class is going fairly well except that it's quite a bit harder than I'd predicted. My professor gave me some pretty serious criticism on a treatment I wrote, but he also gave me great advice. I've had a long-standing goal of re-writing my favorite movie (The Apartment) for a contemporary audience, and he gave me a brilliant note. It'll make the final product better, but it's going to be a massive pain in the ace to change the necessary scenes to accomodate his advice.
• The job-search is quiet at this point. I'd like to lay out my ideas for different things to do and places to live, but I realized something. I've been way to susceptible to the suggestions offered by family and friends in the past. At this point, I feel like I'm in the high-stakes medal round and I can't afford to have anyone else informing my decisions. I have a list of promises that I made to myself when I was younger, goals that aren't necessarily anyone else's business, and I feel compelled to accomplish these before fulfilling whatever anyone else is expecting of me.
• I'm still trying to figure out why the hell the NHL feels is appropriate to start franchises in cities where local bodies of water don't freeze. (Carolina Hurricanes, this means you.)

More soon. Sorry for the silence!