work, work, work

It's a very good thing I love working. I have an abundance of it.

Having reached a place in the semester where I have no less than 10 pieces in progress, 90+ students, papers to write and assorted community obligations, the last thing I feel like doing is going in to my business and discussing their bangs!

I'm tired, though it is the good kind of tired one aquires from working hard and accomplishing much. Last week, I committed to the subject of erotic art as a subject for Theory and Crit, but tommorow I will have to commit to a thesis. Naturally, I am still undecided. What to do...