They've been hammering boards together (in some weird attempt to form a house I guess) across the alley since what seems like the beginning of time. It's like sleeping to dragon boat drums. Punctuated by garbage trucks. And I have so much to do in the next week or so that my brain is going to explode. As long as I get caught up on the homework that my brain seems to be avoiding understanding thus far, and have the whole family shebang for Chen's grad tomorrow, and get this next tape done, my midterm written, and Vanessa saftely moved, then intwernet, I'll breathe again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have circles to run.