"...And he wasn't wearing any pants."

Today has been a decent day so far. As usual, I was tired on a Monday and didn't get much work done outside of direct patient care. There was a fire drill at 3:30 so I left early. Any work I do will be done on the laptop at home tonight, although it's more likely I'll spend the night cleaning instead. I'm not sure if I have my 7am lecture tomorrow; I'll have to call John. Either way, I'm determined tonight will be productive...and I'll be whittling down the pile of CDs I borrow from WNUR to see what's worth copying at the same time.

I might need to go to the grocery store, too. I drank my last beer during Critical Mass on Friday and that is what is driving me to go. Not the fact that I've been out of fruit and vegetables for two months - no, never that. Tonight I think I'll break open that bottle of Framboise that's been sitting on my counter for three months or more. I still feel like my two bottles of fruity lambic beer need to be shared and appreciated properly.

After school I rode up to Lincoln Park and dropped $44 on a Santa Suit for the Santa Cycle Rampage. 9 miles on the bike today, in short sleeves and rolled up pants since it was over 60 degrees, and I get home soaked through, plus I had the whole Santa Suit strapped to my back on my bag, which was a pretty big bundle all together. Crossing the Kennedy on Chicago, I got hit with a big whif of chocolate-flavored particulate air pollution. All in all, it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Er....yeah.

I sat on the stoop and cooled off and went through my (mostly junk) mail. Now it's time to get something done today.