Sick all night. Didn't sleep well. Couldn't stay up well either. Stomach upset. Coughing. Sore throat. Miserable.

Up too early. Into work. Eileen very late. Eileen couldn't wake up. Eileen up late with bear in her backyard. New Hampshire -- go figure.

Many many students graduating tomorrow. All want "a moment" today. All want to drop off computers before we're ready to have them dropped off. All impatient. All surly. I am sick. I am cranky. They need my signature more than I need to sign. I have power. They do not. I win.

Many students don't want to turn powerbooks in for summer work. Want pretty machines "to use at home." As if they'll even touch them over the summer if we require them. Force them to go to Advisors and have Advisors show academic need to make exception. Cut own own personal ability to make exceptions. Life simplified greatly. Faculty's lives made more difficult correspondingly. Judges call it a split decision.

Out to lunch with Alan today. Briefed Alan about meeting yesterday. Got enthusiastic with him. He ate ground buffalo with soup on the side. I picked at grilled chicken sandwich. Free food that's normally expensive and the best in town, and my stomach won't hear of it. This is just plain wrong.

Grouchy. Staff is grouchy. Students are grouchy. Administration is grouchy. Somewhere, the Pope is grouchy too. Started writing like Lee Falk dialogue in Phantom comic strip. No definite articles. No noun markers. Hah.

It's hot. Should be a beautiful graduation. Need air conditioner. Especially now. Smoking neighbors like to hang out under my window. Window stays shut. Apartment gets hot. Death results. Too young to die.

Tonight. Drive to Maine. Get hair cut. Consider Mexican food from last night. Stomach not good for Mexican food. Big mistake. Will he make it? Will he make it?

Tomorrow. Graduate students. Give out prize. Drive to Maine. Pick up father. Take father to Marblehead. Have dinner with father in Marblehead. Get father to his own car, sitting in Marblehead. Drive home to New Hampshire. Power up computer. Fall dead.

Sunday. Decompose.

Monday. Rise from death. Start prepping for Big Day Tuesday. Deal with inevitable fallout. Have interviews. Likely get more ill.

Tuesday. Undergraduate Powerbook Turn-in. Lose nine straight months of reputation for niceness in three hours.

Wednesday. Mythical time. I don't believe in it.

Right now. Going away. Bye.

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For those who didn't happen to see, I did manage to put an entry in last night, late. You're feeling so complete knowing that, I'm sure.