Do I blame the dog or my muse...

...for the fact that I woke up at 6 am on my day off? I think I'll put equal blame on both, but am more upset with my muse because all I got out of her was a really bad poem and about one page of prose. And, of course, the co-author is MIA, so I can't even share my one page of bad prose with him. *SIGH*

Want to read my poem? Here goes:

Moments (No one else can share)
Easter eggs
and fishing derbies,
swimming pools
and rented movies

silly clubs
and stupid dares,
grand schemes
and dyed hair

game dinners
and field trials,
first loves
and biking for miles

college brought on
(better) friends,
people more like you—
people not like me

New job
New home
New love
New life

with (better) friends—
in the loop friends—
and a phone call home
to give me all the late (breaking) news


Besides this, the dog is barking and whining at absolutely nothing and I want to smack her around a bit. Just a bit, because she is awfully cute.

My Vikings won yesterday...5-0 baby. I guess this means I should try to give my sophomores minimal homework tomorrow night.

Was watching football so I didn't get to watch "Charmed" and forgot to tape it...thank God for Tuesday night reruns, right?

Fun with lesson plans today. Whee.