I had my appointment this evening with my writing teacher.  It turns out he might be one of those good teachers that actually is helpful.  A rare feature.

Anyway, we had some productive time talking about my paper, and he actually had some good contributions.  I think this might be one of the rare if not the only times I've had a conference with a teacher that didn't end up with me in trouble of some kind.  What a relief.

Anyhow, I just got finished watching Angel, and that wasn't bad.  What gets me riled up is that in the preview text in the satellite dish receiver, it actually tells you the end of the story.  What's the point of that?

And of even more concern, how come there isn't a Fazoli's around here?  They should drop one into the Home Depot shopping center, along with a new CompUSA.

I should check to see what Powell told the UN before I go to bed so that I can complain about it tomorrow.