let the teaching nightmares begin

Okay, well, that's not quite accurate, since last night was the third night in a row that I dreamt the agony of having one hour left to write my syllabus for my grad course. The books I'd ordered flashed in front of my eyes, and I hadn't yet thought about their sequence. Um, hello. It's June 11.

And my girl knows I'm leaving her. Sadders.