I really am not dead. I know it appears that way with how little blogging I do lately, but really, I promise, I am not dead.
Fall semester began last Monday and the adjusting to the new schedule has been just that—an adjustment. There is something about getting up early when you go to bed as late as I do that just doesn’t work too well. Not sure what that is exactly, but something tells me I am sleep deprived…
Last night I caught most of the 58th Annual Emmys. Now, I’m a sucker for awards shows, but I must say the broadcast was horrific. I knew who had won before it happened (so much for a live show) and the host, Conan O’Brien, really gets on my nerves. Not to mention the fact that The West Wing only won one award (Alan Alda for supporting actor) and there was very little mention of John Spencer and waaaaay to much talk of Aaron Spelling as the camera showed his separated and tearful family. Whatever.
We had our first College Democrats meeting Thursday night. Hopefully I can post the results of that meeting over at Students for Grant sometime soon.
I hit my first roadblock with the Stallings Collection. Casework. That is all I have to say about it. So it goes. Better to hit those roadblocks now.
And last and certainly not least—Gerald Ford is not dead. Angioplasty, pace maker, and who know what else later, the man is still alive and kicking. Thank God. The day Gerald Ford dies I will be having a breakdown. I love that man. Afterall, he is my all-time favorite Republican.