Did you ever feel that you were forgetting something?

I got a surprising whole lot accomplished this weekend. I made use of a raise that I received and finally got a cell phone, which is swell and completely addictive. (So many apps and toys! Why was I never told?! Seriously. I got GoogleSky and, you know, fuck you, Entire World, I've got things to look at.) And twitter. I was trying to twitter. I got my twit on at the Meryl Dorey webinar, which was somehow associated with that Vitamin D vendor Mayer Eisenstein. So, I twittered during that, which was a new format for bringing my snark to a new generation of distracted people who should be paying attention to the road.

There was no small amount of marathon grading this evening. Rewrites, mostly. Mostly very minor changes where students only "fixed" what I physically marked on their papers the first time. So, a few points here a few points there, but don't expect me to be wowed. So, massive piles of regrading were shoveled into the outbox tonight.

Mythbusters marathon? Totally watched it.

Got new keys made.

Went to Borders.

But there is something nagging at me. Something that I'm sure I'm supposed to do. Not blog-got that. Something work related.

The hell with it. If it was important, I'd remember. Clearly it's something I can put off until morning. See? Denial is great if you do it right!

I will play my guitar with headphones. I have it set up so it goes into a little mini amp at the end of my effects chain so I can get all the sounds pumped right into my little head. It's my favor to the neighbors. But I swear to god, I'm going to bring my entire huge rig back to St. Louis w/ me for break and actually play loudly. You know, not in an apartment complex.

Hm.

Yep. Guitar it is.

HJ