Shalom, brotha!

Okay, this one goes out to my Jewish homey. Keep on keepin' it real, gorzo.

I Have a Little Dreidel

I have a little dreidel,
I made it out of clay.
And when it’s dry and ready,
Oh dreidel I shall play.
(Chorus)
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
I made it out of clay;
And when its dry and ready,
Then dreidel I shall play.
It has a lovely body,
With legs so short and thin.
And when it gets all tired,
It drops and then I win.
(Chorus)


Happy Hanukkah (I cannot believe I forgot this, btw)! Try to keep the 1/54th part of you that's downing lightly fermented grape juice under control, eh, bubbelah? *grin*


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I'm tired as all hell, and worried to death about my presentation and classwork, but yet I feel remarkably...okay. Love's a wonderful thing.

Thank you, sir; may I have another?

Don't you hate those dreams where it's obvious your brain's trying to kick you in the 'nads? So I dreamt I was in English class and we were being dismissed, and my Professor holds up a paper (most likely someone else's handout) and says "Oh, [Fredericks]..." and trails off. She's asking me where my stuff is to get copied for handing out, it would seem. I sort of stammer a non-response, saying something along the line that I've forgotten it, and the sense of disappointment I felt was overwhelming. Oy. Moreso that it was my own. Then there was the dream where I was lying in bed and there was this burnt up demon chick lying in a body bag that kept trying to make her way out...blah blah blah, more of the usual. Yeah, I need to do my handout stuff, like, now.

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A possible way out: my English Prof e-mailed me and asked me if I might be willing to present on Monday. We're a wee bit backed up on the presentation schedule, and since another girl is doing lesbian comics on Monday the topics might mesh together better. I contained my glee and said "sure". Thing is, I still have to be ready to present today, just in case we make up time. So I'm still doing the work putting my stuff together (and I get to pour through ALL of my comics to find the first issue with Mystique and Destiny in it; oh, the joy ::eyeroll::) but the knot in my gut is unclenching a wee bit.
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My littlest bro's off from school today (Immaculate Conception), and I showed him the contents of my bank account. His expression and exclamation were *priceless*. I wish I could have captured it and shared it here. "That's all?!?", he goes, "I have more than that!!" I sez "Yeah, dude. So I hope y'all aren't expecting anything for Christmas..." He just gives me the eye. Heh.
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ETA - I just showed my mom my last English paper. Got the expected "Congratulations!" and semi-hug. Because...sometimes you need to feel like you're not a complete and total idiot.