Jigging in the skivvies.

An incredibly wild week of socialization has kept my hermitish blogging tendencies at bay. Over the last five (rather bewildering and blurry) days I've managed to whiffle my way through an enormous graduation party, closely followed by a myriad of appointments and wedding preparations, and finally (today), rounding off with my aunt's wedding, in which I was the unofficial Maid of Honor/Hapless Decorating Minion. Furthermore, tomorrow at 8:30 AM begins the Middle/Secondary Education orientation, in which I'll groggily shake hands with other education cohort members and schmooze (in what I hope won't seem a lethargically zombie-like manner) about public education with various U of O Big-Wigs. I can't believe it: grad school's here already. Gollygee, hope I can pass as an extrovert.
At least this week's given me practice. Sure.

Time now for a fitful snooze before I awaken at the asscrack of dawn to scurry schoolward. Wish me luck, kids, wish me luck.
I'm going to rock out to some semi-tasteless paddy punk as I dress in the morning. That way, by the time I get to school I'll be so composed (a.k.a. exhausted) that people will never ever suspect I've been shaking my fist in the air and jigging around the kitchen in my skivvies.