state of the Laura

I don't think you can call what I am right now "awake." But my eyes are open and the body is functioning, even if the brain is a bit hazy.

We are officially in "head down and barrel through" mode for work--lots and lots of papers and homework to get through, then exams next week, and I need to have it all graded before I head to Michigan for the Wedding of the Decade. It's cool; I can do it. I have it all scheduled out in my planner, and so far I'm actually a bit ahead. It's going faster than I expected, really (knocks wood).

I also scheduled writing time, so I don't feel completely irritated when all of this is done.

Sometime this week I need to get some stuff for the wedding--stockings, that kind of thing--and I'm hoping I can maybe get a couple of new shirts and tanks when I do. And we have a wooden chicken to hang in the back yard, which needs to get done because I'm tired of seeing it on the kitchen table.

Yes, a wooden chicken. No, I did not buy it. It was a gift. Trust me, a gift is the only way we were ever going to own a wooden chicken. Technically, it's Z's. And it'll be going off to college with him.

And now to answer the eternal question: do I wrassle the kid into clothes, or do I just watch Scott and hide my laughter?

Yes, I am procrastinating.

So Scott and I watched American Horror Story last night, and were unimpressed. But I realized something--the Disintegrating Marriage/Dysfunctional Family Moves Into Haunted House plot is cliched, but there's a reason ... ( which I shall place under a cut due to spoilers for the pilot )