Besides that, I just checked D man's grades and found them to be, shall we say, lacking? I don't know if it's lack of organization or just plain ol' don't give a shit. I told him in no uncertain terms that this will be corrected or else. Seriously, I thought we were past my having to check his grades every single day. Apparently not.
He'll be on punishment for the forseeable future.
I've been shopping for couches on Craigslist. There's something distinctly creepy about going into a stranger's home to asses their furnishings, isn't there? It's just that I'm a
And dammit, this paper cut is killing me.