I hope this ends the madness and we won’t have to deal with it again for a very long time. Because frankly, my outside voice is weary of screaming in silence.
(Pantomiming being stabbed in the back with a very large knife is fun though)
At least the PAUSE button has been depressed and we can go back to our regularly scheduled lives. I don’t really recall what I was doing on Sunday night or early Monday morning though.
I’m pretty sure it had something to do with class(es).
I have another fiction/short story due in less than two weeks. There is also a very large research paper (will I ever get over my fear of William Faulkner?) due two days after the short story.
And I think I'm working 30 hours a week, on top of my five classes. It's funny how easily our thoughts shift in moments of (perceived) high drama.
Speculating over a new head coach for our beloved Tigers basketball program seems to be next on the menu of public opinion.
Mike Anderson (Missouri) has signed a new deal to remain firmly planted. I think Memphis is classy enough to resist riding in and stealing a coach.
(Did my outside voice just win?)
Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match…
There is a lot to consider now. Sheer determination and grit would fit nicely. SKILL should be on the top of the Want list. No hasty decision needed. But don't push PAUSE again, please.*
*Although now I am versed in the fine art of simultaneous BlackBerry and Note-Taking.
Thankfully this episode has erased what happened Thursday night. Can anyone even remember that far back? Friday I was walking emotional wreckage.
I even had to turn off NCAA action. Do you know how serious that is?
In the grand scheme of things, not really. But if you are reading this in the first place--you know where I'm coming from.