Gah.

The only class that is being offered during the summer which is on my degree plan meets Mon/Wed 2:30-4:20pm. In order to enroll, I'd have to take off work 2-5pm those days and figure out where to place the missing 6 hours into the rest of the week. During the summer, I can also leave at regular hours on Monday and Friday nights.

Possible work schedule:
Mon 9a-2p, 5p-7p 7hours
Tue 9a-2p, 3p-7p 9hours
Wed 9a-2p, 5p-7p 7hours
Thu 9a-2p, 3p-7p 9hours
Fri 10a-2p, 3p-7p 8hours

This means I won't be able to take an extended lunch and go swimming unless I come in earlier to work, which I will happily avoid at all costs. Either way, I would still have to wake up earlier than I already am.

Don't Lie To Your Mom.

I thought it was funny that my own mom sent me this. I thought about koed's surprise visit this morning. And I thought about the fact that despite living in the commune I'm not there every single night.

Brian invited his mother over for dinner. During the course of the meal, Brian's mother couldn't help but keep noticing how beautiful Brian's roommate, Stephanie, was. Brian's Mom had long been suspicious of a relationship between Brian and Stephanie, and this had only made her more curious. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two react, she started to wonder if there was more between Brian and Stephanie than met the eye.
Reading his mom's thoughts, Brian volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Stephanie and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Stephanie came to Brian saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" Brian said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll send her an e-mail just to be sure." So he sat down and wrote:
Dear Mom:
I'm not saying that you "did" take the gravy ladle from the house, I'm not saying that you "did not" take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love, Brian
Several days later, Brian received an email back from his mother that read:
Dear Son:
I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with Stephanie, I'm not saying that you "do not" sleep with Stephanie. But the fact remains that if Stephanie is sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.
Love, Mom