I guess I'm alive, although I'm thinking entirely too much in chemical metaphors, and chronic sleep dep does *not* do a body good. Spending 16 hours/week in class (atop the job) is making a substantial dent in my sex life, and I'm tired of driving while stupid. Also, my patience with the foibles of the travelling public is wearing thin.
On the good news front, there are faint twitches of revival in the job market; my fantasy life is burgeoning even if time to act on said fantasies is limited; and best of all, this is the end of the fourth week of summer quarter (six weeks long).
Bye. See y'all in two weeks.