Hello, all...

I'm twenty minutes away from the end of this class and dear god it cannot come soon enough. Modules, collection policies, demographics! Satis!

I didn't get home until about 11:30 last night since everyone was supposed to do booktalks but there are forty students in the class and not nearly enough time.

This weekend, the election polls are open down at headquarters so I am going to go and get that over with, for two reasons: one, because it'll be a madhouse at my precinct polls on Nov. 4th, and two because I'm so scatterbrained that I would probably just forget to go.

Good news, Pittsburgh folk - I'll be home for six days on November 5th. Take advantage of it! I have to pick up cold weather gear, like an actual coat and some gloves. Hopefully I won't freeze to death before then. It got so cold so quickly! We had like three days of nice fall weather, and now it's gone.

When Travis came down I dealt with the horror of Trader Joe's and I'm glad that I did because now I have a lot of food in my fridge. We even got that Trader Jose Corona-like beer that tastes close enough for me.

Oh man, I have four children's genre books (poetry, science fiction, romance (?), and nonfiction) that I still have to read before Thursday night. Fantastic. I keep racking up fines at the NYPL because I am forgetful and tend to take out too many materials at a time. I won't even let myself get out DVDs anymore because they need to be returned after seven days and have an extended use fee of $1/day.

One of the other students in my class, Michele, lives up on 125th street so lately Joanna and I have been bumming rides home with her. It makes all the difference! I hate taking the Q46 to the subway station, then taking the F or E train back, then having to transfer again to go uptown and finally walking three crosstown blocks and four regular blocks to get home. Too much work.

Speaking of subway, while I was waiting for the B to get home last night I was approached by a rather smarmy yet charming dude also waiting for the train. He starting talking about random things, like how he lives in Harlem but his soul "belongs on the Lower East Side". Then he said I looked like I had a fine pedigree that went back for generations and he ended his comments by mentioning my "fine derriere". Oh good lord! Fancy! So I took the D train down to 59th to get away from Smoove B and was able to catch the 1 train after waiting only a minute or so.

Someone left an unopened bag of Lay's barbecue chips in the classroom when Michele and I got here and we split it. That was a mistake. Now I want more barbecue chips. Oh! Someone also left a nice mechanical pencil and an entire pad of tracing paper. That's coming home with me. I wonder what the janitors keep when they clean. Probably not pens, but I imagine that they would enjoy unopened food.