::yawn::

My *god,* it is dead around here, dead, dead, deadity dead. If this place were a character in Highlander, it'd have its own montage, that's how dead it is.

I think there are maybe five people in the building, of whom one is moi, and another is my good pal the Database Wizard, who is manfully debugging a bigass database we need to have running on Monday so we can do the academic review (a.k.a. Who's Flunked Out This Term?). I've been wincingly glancing over the fall grades of some who've gone careening off the cliff, and have decided the merciful course would be to hold off on alerting them to the bad news until after Christmas. (Although I did have to tell one student who asked me directly that her dreams of going to Pharmacy school are not going to happen unless she can earn 140 credits of straight A, which, given that she's racked up a 1.6 average so far...uh, no.)

And I will be here tomorrow as well. (aaaiieeeee....) I guess this is my golden opportunity to bring in some loud music and get my desk cleaned off, files cleaned out, e-mail inbox pruned back from 4936 messages to, I dunno, maybe 3000.

Or else play lots of Bookworm.