Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time

... err, actually that's just one tomorrow. So, instead of stealing clever lines from Macbeth, I'll just say it once: I'm off tomorrow.

Today was a whirlwind. It was my last day with my class, and we filmed four scenes from our heavily abridged version of Macbeth. It was a good thing we were filming, because otherwise I would have spent most of the day eating chocolate cake and potato chips.

I'm almost ready to go. All I have to do is attend a staff meeting at 8:30, drink about fifty-three cups of coffee, and choose a good batch of CDs to take with me.

Ciao