There’s no doubt that the semester is in full swing by now, y’all.  I’m not sure how long I was on campus today — ten hours? Eleven hours? Something like that.  By the time I got home, I decided that if I had been obligated not only to teach three classes but also to attend a fucking bone dry job candidate lecture and then go to the gym (where my workout buddy Golightly and I have lately been doing an extra-long, super-sized, gruelingly sweat-soaked workout), then I was fully entitled to a stiff drink.  Believe me, I attended to that with a quickness.  Mmmm, quickness.  Tastes like bourbon.

In other news, television is a-fixin’ to come back, including (but not limited to!) the long-awaited return of Lost, the regular-network premiere of the new season of Friday Night Lights, and (OMG YOU GUYS!) the return of Battlestar Galactica! I KNOW! IT IS TOO MUCH TO HANDLE RIGHT NOW.

I fully expect to have a lot to say about all of this, especially why you should be watching FNL.  Seriously, you should be. Best show on television.  I’m also thinking about writing some brief liner notes for that CD I made, including the embarrassing truths about why I love some of those songs, profuse apologies for the crappy songs I couldn’t stop myself from including, etc. All of this business will appear on the recently neglected media blog, so stay tuned.