I'm up late, and not hating it - yet. In a throwback to grad school nighthawk programming, I'm working (oh-so-diligently, can'tcha tell) on a First Amendment lesson plan designed to blow away any walkers-through who will, in all likelihood, not even stop by during Social Studies. Such is life. At least I'm enjoying it for the moment. After coming home from getting latte'd up with Aaron at Coffee Bean, which closes at 11 but kicks customers out at 10:15, I felt oddly purposeful and determined to end the day from hell on a high note. So here I am - mope-free, freak-out free, freewriting on free speech. It's all good.

Paperwork update: Ready to roll, and the squeeze won't be *as* tough as originally feared. I'll still be eating uncooked Top Ramen for a few months but at least now I'll be able to turn on the kitchen light.