Love is more thicker than forget

The first half-hour of my work day brought me tales of suicide (attempted), cancer (thyroid), and classes (dropped), in that order. And there's a glitch with the tuition waivers I'm trying to procure for three music students.

Mark and I weren't very successful last night, if you were wondering. The absinthe was good though, which isn't nothing. This was the third time I've had absinthe in the last two months. This particular bottle was shipped direct from France (courtesy of Wanda) and was the best yet.

A mid-day meeting across (a fucking freezing) campus was not the best use of my time. Plus I felt like "Jack," Ed Norton's character in Fight Club (who is never properly named in the film) - pre-transformation Jack, sleepy under fluorescent skies.

Maybe sleep will visit tonight.