The Myth & The Majesty

Ah, yes, the Muse strikes again. I managed to ignore her last time ... I was halfway through a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips (yes, I know, but I have no one to impress) when something clicked and I wanted to write. For your sake, I ignored the urge until my brain was once again blank. But, I was sitting down in the same booth today in the Shack (this time puzzling over french fries and popcorn chicken) when the urge struck again. Unfortunately, I had some time to kill and couldn't ignore it as efficiently. Maybe I should sit somewhere else when I'm down there. Or maybe it had more to do with the fact that I was reading about heat exchangers and my brain was wandering. That's been happening a lot -- the wandering brain, that is. I think it's getting restless ... Classes continue to drag on (I'm getting some sleep now, as opposed to last week, when I wouldn't sleep nights but take "naps" every few hours so I could keep functionin

It's that time of year again: professors go project happy, alcohol consumption goes up, and toy ads hit an all-time high. That's right, it's the holidays, folks. I'm not usually one to be a Scrooge. By all accounts, I have a tendency to be annoyingly chirpy around this time. However, I've now hit my junior year of college and I'm resisting going on a homicidal rampage. Well, not really, but that doesn't mean I'm not prone to daydreaming about a rampage while I'm taking one of a half-dozen tests. My life is, as always, a little hinky. Always something new and different to be thinking about. Now, for instance, I'm distracted by one person (grr) and trying to head off some serious writer's block so I can get to work on one of three different papers. It hurts, and I'm tired. But back to the holidays. I got an email from my sister yesterday that suggested I mention Thanksgiving. Why? Because nobody else does. That is, nobod