Homesick

I want to be at home painting but instead I'm up at school working the phone bank. I'm a little bummed -- the guys who were supposed to help didn't. Jerry shadowed me until I told him to get lost, and the other guy didn't show up at all. Jerry did have a class, but he could have answered the phones in the little time he was up here!

So anyway I'm getting tons of calls about financial aide and people wanting the bookstore's phone number, and all I want to do is go home and PAINT. I want to finish touching up all the bedroom doors. I want to paint the door hardware. I want to reassemble the doors, and get everything back together where it belongs!!

Oh, and I also want to call the dumpster service to pick up their overflowing dumpster and buy a curtain rod. Those can wait, though. The paint is the thing.

(And the syllabi, of course, and the class calendars and everything else I've left until the last minute.)