Mmm, Taffy

Classes start tomorrow. And work for me. How busy can a library be the first day of the quarter?

On the way back from grocery shopping yesterday Natasha and I were passing Casey and guess who we ran into? Cumberland. Didn't even notice her until I heard, "Is that Mary Whatsherface?" So we walked with her until we parted ways so she could leave. It made me think of all of the inappropriate things that are connected with talk of her and then it made me feel a little bad because she's fine outside of class, just scatterbrained. So scatterbrained, in fact, that, two days before classes, she still hadn't finished writing up her syllabi.

Glad I don't have her this quarter.

She did ask why she thought I was a senior. I suggested maybe it was because I was always hanging around with seniors and older students. Which is kind of funny because yesterday morning Natasha and I were mistaken for freshman. It was just because we had integrated into a milling crowd to get through them, but still. Freshman? Sheesh.

Have I mentioned that I love not being in the dorms?

( And then there was Nip/Tuck tonight. )