Tonight, Amy brought home a tiny mouse (he was about the size of my thumb) that she had found on the sidewalk across from our apartment. He was clearly hurt or sick, so she wanted to take care of him. He wasn't moving much at all, but the little guy was still looking around, and I could see him breathing really fast. We think he might have ingested some poison. We went to PetsMart and bought him a small house and gave him some food. Amy made sure to push the cedar chips up around him a little so he wouldn't get cold. After we got back from having dinner, he had died. I don't really think that the tiny mouse was aware that someone was trying to save him, or make sure he was comfortable, but I was. One in a million people would have picked up that sick mouse and brought him home to take care of, and Amy did.

I just used the "Beverage" button on the microwave to heat up my cup of coffee, and it got it way too hot.

On St. Patrick's Day, I met up with Amy and her co-worker Matt for the first ever St. Pattie's Day Piss Up. Matt and I talked about hardcore and metal bands. The other people who were invited did not show up to the piss up. But we had fun.

Yesterday, Amy and I went to see the Colorado Crush play. We got pretty good seats for not too much. But then we bought two hotdogs and a Pepsi, and that cost freakin twelve bucks.

Today, I had twenty-seven kids show up for the class I teach (the limit is 20). Eight of them were not registered but wanted in. I explained that there were two other classes at the same time, but they wanted in my class. I guess they've heard good things about me, who knows.

I just read the entire label on my bottle of vitamins. That's how bad I don't want to be grading my students' end-of-quarter research papers.

I'm working on an 8-12 page memoir piece that I have to turn in for class on Tuesday. My professor told me that I need to work on the "arc" of my story, but didn't explain what that means. I hate that I'm hesitant with my writing because I'm worried about if I'm doing it properly. It's my life, and however I write it should be correct, arc or no arc.

I know that if you told me to make a set list, or order songs for an album - I would know how to do that very well, without even thinking about why I put certain songs where. I would just know. Maybe I'm in the wrong business.