4,000; 15; 4; 8

So what's with the numbers? I'm sorry, I can't help it. I always break all of my big tasks down into numerical equivalents. Rather odd, I guess, for someone with an English degree. But 4,000 is approximately how many pages I have to read this summer for 19th Century British Novel. 15 is the number of pages required for my term paper. 4 is the number of pages I have to write for my final exam in that course and 8 is the number of weeks I have to get everything done ... without taking into consideration that I have another class this summer.

For those who are normally inclined to be as mathematically impaired as I -- that's about 72 page per day of boring-ass, Dickensianly dry, tedious reading. 72 PER DAY! Fuck. Why am I an English major again? Oh yeah -- I think my excuse was that I "love to read" and "want to share my love of literature with students." Um, yeah. In the mean time, I'm teaching composition -- not literature. Whatever.

First up, Mansfield Park. I haven't ever rented the movie because I thought it would be boring and now I have to read it, instead.

Oh, and for those of you commenting on my voice mail stating that I was either in the library or in class -- this is now the truth! (Or sort of, anyway ... maybe not the library, as such, but because I still haven't fully quit smoking, I may be at Denny's again a lot this summer).