2005-11-10 - 8:45 p.m.

..my thirteen-hour day..

Torture: shortly after leaving my house this morning, my big toe shot through the end of my shockings. I walked around the rest of the day with one toe sticking out.

Touching: While on the bus this morning, I saw three strangers fall into conversation: An Asian woman studying for an exam. A professorial, 50-ish Hispanic male. A skinny young guy in 3/4 length jeans and a bright red and yellow paisley corduroy jacket...

Infuriating: I identified two students trying to cheat on the midterm.

Mindnumbing: I put 165 exams through the "scantron" grading machine, 3 times each. I think I'm developing a scantron bicep. While doing this I developed three separate voices for saying the word "scantron" as if it belonged in a sci-fi film. The lady at the scantron office is beginning to avoid me.

Relieving: I convinced one of my colleagues that I should not participate on two collaborative projects that are completely stressing me out.

Relaxing: I am drinking a glass of a young Barolo and eating olives and cheese.