  I got a big laugh tonight. Talking about Jack London's story _South of the Slot_ in my US Lit class. So I says, "Is that a euphemism? " Laughter ensued. Points won. Doing a little catch-up work this evening now that the days over and my back is feeling better. Yep, I can sit up pretty comfortably. Glad I took that extra time this afternoon to sleep some more. Nothing works better than added rest to fix it. Ordered a couple of things off of Amazon for gifts.
A Bill Bryson book I think my dad would get into. And a DVD for Axia. Hope they show up sooner than our plans to meet for dinner. Feeling a little crappy still. I was getting weepy in my afternoon Brit Lit class. Another thing sleep tends to help fend off. In truth, I should probably go back to bed now. Yet I feel like maximising the time conscious and thinking by doing another one of my explications thats due by Sunday night.
Yet, I know Im not in the proper state of mind to do my best work. Ive got a cat, you guys. He follows me around the house and poops in a box. What could be so bad that this fact doesnt offset? Vato gato. Now, time to do what I should have done yesterday before I wrecked my back; sit on the couch and watch tv. Fucking relax! 
