i am not 25 anymore

i was writing out a check for a ginormous amount to pay the taxes on my mom's condo. as i wrote the tax assessor's name, i wondered why anyone would want to be the tax assessor-collector. this guy is one of the most hated people in the county. must be a masochist.

well, the status of my classes still hangs in the balance. i definitely have one class with an enrollment of 17. i like the fact that the class will be a lot smaller this semester. maybe i can learn the students' names in less than 2 months! i may have a second class as well. we are waiting until registration ends to see if there are enough students signed up. right now there are 12, and i think they want 15. so basically i have to go up to campus, teach a 9am class and then go find my department chair to see if i have to teach a noon class, too. i am glad the time and effort i have already spent on course materials hasn't been wasted.

speaking of wasted, i had too much to drink last night. i do stupid things when i am drunk. i smoked a few cigarettes (ugh!) and some pot. as a consequence of my actions, i have felt like crap all day. thank goodness punkin is with my dad this weekend. there's not much worse than having a hangover and having to play "school" with a 5-year-old.