Whooooo...

Okay, I feel like I may finally have put the smackdown on this paper. Everything's written that needed writing, it's all pasted together--all I have to do is whip up a cover page and find out what-all I need to turn in with it. And go out and print it and get a binder or something and put it all in. I say "all I have to do" but you know, that really is kind of a lot, isn't it?

Then I need to work on a Powerpoint presentation for another project . . . and I suppose I really should worry about studying for my Java final one of these days . . .

More about what's going on in my life when I feel like I can devote the time and spare the stress to type it out.

"You look familiar"

So, as I was eating dinner at the Springfield Brewing Company (another fine restaurant/brewpub in my town, where I can get charged $6 for a burger and actually have it be worth it), a fellow says, "Chris!" and comes up to me. He looks familiar, but I just can't place him. I'm wondering is he one of my college classmates, or what? So, hoping I don't have this deer in the headlights look, I prevaricate, "Long time no see!" and he asks how everybody is, I say okay, and he goes over to some friends of his who are also there.

Then I realize this fellow is actually my pseudo-uncle (married to former aunt by marriage), David Duffey, at whose place I celebrated the fourth of July this year. Sometimes I really hate having this awful memory for faces.