Up All Night
When I have a big paper due, I generally stay up most of the night, so I load up on caffeine and go for it. It's generally not enough to keep my eyes open. Tonight, however, I loaded up on caffeine and finished my paper early. And guess what. Tonight, it is enough to keep my eyes open, so even though I have to get up in less than six hours, I'm wide-eyed. Brilliant.
Not that it really matters. My mind's pretty full anyway thanks to the WGA strike that's currently taking place. All my favorite shows are shutting down production, and I'm more than a little crushed. I won't comment on how I personally feel about why the writers are striking -- not now, at least, as I'm not actually sure how I feel -- but I'll say that this is a lose-lose situation for everyone, as people everywhere are out of the job, and people like me, people who haven't cared to develop a true social life since they were sixteen because it interferes with prime-time, are the most miserable of all. Maybe.
And finally, let's play a game. I won't tell you if you're right, but it'd be nice to hear some guesses.
WHO AM I?
I'm a tenured professor who knows everything about every person, regardless of race, gender or age, and I'm not particularly well-versed in at least one course that I teach. I hold very little credibility with students, but I play the game well enough that I remain hired.
Any guesses?

