Another semester is...

...starting and here I am, bored to death - waiting for a meeting to start because I don't want to start a project an hour before because I am an "All or nothing" kind of gal.

I begin teaching my class tomorrow morning at 9am - I have been planning and getting ready for this for a long time - and now my time has come to see if a theme in college writing will be workable - as long as I keep the big picture in mind - I am sure it will work out.

My dashes seem to be spreading - either a virus or some sort of breeding principle that I haven't yet been able to control as they seem to get together without me knowing it. my fear of commas being easier to produce offspring faster than such a longer symbol as a dash? Perhaps a dysfunctional brain function - or just because I have read too much Emily Dickinson in my time. I died for Beauty, what did you die for? Don't even think that I will meet you between the walls - would be cramped and quite clammy.

Forms forms forsm. Can anyone explain why we have so many paper forms to fill out in such a technological world? Ok, perhaps not world - maybe continent... or perhaps country... or Northern Hemisphere - or ok, fine, University. But, I suppose all those ink pen producers would have to hang up their quills and refills if we decided not to use paper anymore.