"Nobody thinks you're cool you know"*

The weather was nice out, so I decided to walk home down Webster from the Fullerton Red Line stop. The walk is probably 1.5 miles, so nothing horrid, but for some reason I've never done it. Webster, from Sheffield to Southport, is beautiful. Huge old trees, adorable (but surely expensive) homes, and fancy little boutiques. I couldn't live there because it's yucky yuppieville, but it is nice to walk through. It was a good time to sort through some thoughts before coming home to relax. Not sure how much relaxing I'll do though, as I really need to prep for a big class I'm teaching at the library tomorrow. The irony is that the subject they want me to teach is "researching procrastination", and here I am putting it off until beyond the last minute. It's pretty typical for me to spend 95 percent of my prep time worrying and only 5 of it actually accomplishing something. So far this pattern has worked fine for me, so I guess there's no reason to change it.

*A great line in Freaks and Geeks, when Sam tells Lindsay this after she accidentally eggs him on Halloween. I've been repeating it in my head all day.