Andie McDowell: Please Retire

My brain has reached its limit. I just wrote three, count them, three papers (7 pages each), completed two online quizzes, and now I'm reading a LONG short story about something that is insanely wordy and annoyingly over-detailed. Generally, I'd be much more appreciative of such literature (the author, Edith Wharton, I really enjoy), but it's 1:00 am and I really just want to go to bed. And tomorrow's no better. I have to write three freakin' lesson plans and another paper. I'm counting down the minutes to Thanksgiving break (which, for me, officially begins Thursday evening at 8). I keep thinking that it will finally offer me some relief from the endless piles of homework that consume me, but alas, I will continue to be bombarded by assignments that I honestly couldn't give a shit less about. My Thanksgiving break will be spent writing four papers, three lesson plans, and reading yet another novel. I'm due for a vacation. If I don't get to Florida for Spring break, I think I'm going to lose my mind. I'm chain smoking and chugging gallons of diet pepsi all in an attempt to get through this dreadful night. Oh great, now Andie McDowell, a.k.a. the most annoying woman in history, is on my tv. And I'm too freakin' stiff from sitting in this chair to get up and grab the remote. I don't quite know what grudge I hold against this woman, but ever since she was in "Four Weddings and a Funeral" with that ridiculously short, frizzy hairdo, she makes my skin crawl.