I am not awake yet.

Yesterday, I managed to cut my thumb on a safety razor. My thumb hates me.

Last night, I dreamed of wide-open pool tables, a straight corner shot on the eight with a long draw stroke, two rails back to perfect shape on the nine at the foot rail.

This morning, I realize that I haven't really memorized the poem and class will be a train wreck today. If it weren't for my poor memory-exercise partner, I'd take the day off (it's Passover). I wonder how many people will be in class.

Bright sunshine today. Still not quite awake.

I'm trying to get in the habit of eating breakfast. I had an egg with cheddar on (not-kosher-for-Passover) seven-grain bread, and it was awesome. Cricket hung around and got in my way in the kitchen until I pushed her away with my foot, at which point she hissed at me. I guess she thinks that if I get breakfast, she should get breakfast too.

I'm a little worried about the memory exercise. Did I mention that?

We did our memory exercises in rhetorical theory today, and my partner and I bombed.

There it is. We were terrible. The assignment was to memorize something and recite it with a partner, alternating lines. My partner couldn't remember his lines, and when he did, he mangled the English so badly that I forgot my own lines. Our classmates looked embarrassed for us, and I felt bad for my partner. He's not stupid. He's just not very good with English. (Later I would discover he hadn't studied for the exercise. Thanks, Marco!)

The other kids were terrific. One pair did a rap song (hysterical); another pair, more ambitious, did Ginsberg's "Howl" (not the entire poem, but a considerable chunk of it). I was impressed.

So, that happened.

I need to work on another project to have it ready for tomorrow. I'm feeling languorous and unmotivated, so it's a tough sell. What kind of tailbrain sadist schedules a four-hour class for Friday afternoon, anyway?