Counting the days

Have you heard that OUTBACK STEAKHOUSE COMMERCIAL with the jingle that's an obvious John Cougar/Bryan Adams medley? I hate it. I especially hate it since it always gets "Hurt so good" stuck in my head. Oh well, it could be "Summer of '69," which is probably worse.

Although now that I've mentioned it, I'll probably have that song in my head. What do those horrible Outback Steakhouse singers think of themselves? Are they fulfilling their career aspirations?

I may be the world's worst blogger. I was prompted to write this when I noticed that MT pushed my last entry off the page -- leaving it blank. Not that it would have mattered if you could read it, since the RobinCam seems to be down.

MY BROTHER is flying into Durham tonight. Woo-hoo! We're going to go camping somewhere in beautiful WESTERN NORTH CAROLINA.

I've got to go administer a quiz over the Spanish imperfect tense. Watch this space for sporadic updates.

Update: I should mention that there are 25 school days left before graduation.