These Guys Make Morgan Look Normal

Tuesdays are going to be weird from here on out, I'm afraid. I sleep in which isn't so weird, however, the breakfast/lunch dilemma is never getting solved.

So then I have Heat Transfer from 1:00 - 2:15, more like 1:00 - 2:35 if we're actually counting. I'm not sure if its some sort of time dilation induced by an exploding singularity, chalk-induced dementia, or sneering at the clock with impunity. Any which way, Dr. Antar wound up with 12 antsy, bewildered pupils by the time it was all over.

After that, I finally get my last signature needed for my stupid HR in-processing form taken care of. I'll turn it in tomorrow - if I feel like it. Then I hauled butt back down the Wattendorf Memorial Highway in the rain (which was coming in as nearly horizontal as I've ever seen it), and got signed up at Harvey's Gym. Its actually pretty nice in there, and will be even nicer when they get the pile of tanning bed parts out of the middle. Any which way, I'm now a member at a gym that's not completely hosing me. Woohoo.

Jeff and I hung out at the apartment until we were about to start gnawing on our desks and went to Arby's for some cheap sandwiches. After a little confusion about 5 medium drinks and non-existent cheese sticks, we got back to the apartment in time to watch some Stargate SG-1 and inhale our food. I don't remember tasting much of the food, but it filled me up.

And finally we arrive at the highlight of the evening - Technical Writing class. Man was that a hoot (Read heavy sarcasm). Everyone taking this class has written it off as a waste of time and just something to sit through. The bad part is that our professor knows this, and doesn't care. Text book example of mutually assured destruction - that's what I'm fearing.

And to top it off, there's a couple of physics majors in there with us. They've got pony-tails, and either one of them has more facial hair than the entirety of ZZ Top. Also, they're kinda dorks. Matt Morgan could be their Tarzan if he moves up here (which I will talk him into).

Diet Orange Soda is growing on me.