  Did the first full day of the nanny thing, one of the kids is big on saliva. BIG. I asked him to watch where he was spraying whilst feeding zee baby, and the kid turned his face up, spat, and caught it in his mouth. Yargh. I also did the family's laundry, and was momentarily disgusted by doing other people's laundry. The Family isn't dirty, or anything like that, but man, i was touching their underwear. Besides momentary lapses into being profoundly disgusted, it wasa good day.
played, read a lot on Greek Myths, and boogied with the baby. Tonight, possibly, Kurt and I go out to the pub to hang out with the english professor that scared the crap out of me when I was a frosh. He's scotch, soft voice, nice, but occasionally was given to screaming and bashing his fist off the desk in class. I also noticed that year that the man was a close talker, and never reffered to anyone by name. Out of class he'd nod and wink at me. He's a great teacher, wow. Took Literary Criticism (AKA Literary Cynicism) with him my second year, and I probably have never had so much fun in a class in my life, although eating brandy chocolates in German frosh year is a close second. Car payments are coming up, rent in a little bit, and I'm still not working full time. This observation typically causes me to crap and want to crawl under a rock and die, but, with the exception of my student loan, and our engagement rings; we are up to date on every single solitary bill.
Yay! Of course, doing laundry just willy-nilly would be excellent, but hey, I'm saving my quarters for a pint with the professor. Nothing more to say today, feel free to write in with a topic you'd like to read, and i'll pontificate away. Except you,Chad. You as a topic is not an option. If you want to read about yourself, either hire someone to write about you, or write it yourself, and pretend it's someone who knows you and talks about you insessantly. Or come down and visit me, and I'll write about that. 
