Overheard: "Daddy, you're bleeding."
"No, I'm not, honey; I don't have time to bleed."

I find myself in the distinctly odd position of arguing that I should receive an F in one of my classes from last semester. I did not turn in the last assignment, which would by rights knock me down to that, but my teacher seems deeply reluctant to give it to me, I suppose because I was articulate in class. I, on the other hand, having changed my major to something completely different, am only anxious to get on to other things.

Or perhaps to other things than school, even. I may be heading overseas (not to Iraq) with the Army. I'm waiting to hear.