a dull ache

my weekend has become a never ending series of yearbook meetings, reworking our ill-fated concept. i don't want to talk too much about it, but we got shut down ala the former theater department. the provost put the axe to our anti-communism, pro-unified christianity message. im sick of the whole damn thing. i can't wait for the day when the old guard passes away. (not single people mind you, but an intollerant aspect of some generations over 40)

so in short we hve to completely reconcept the entire yearbook, while not changing the way it looks. its a pretty daunting task, but i think we will be able to finish it with strength. Today was the original deadline for the book, but its been pushed back until wednesday or thursday now. i sent my designers home to their own beds for only the second time in three weeks. they are troopers. just incase i need to clarify, the book is no longer titled 'we proletariat, we comardes'.

in other news, it was apperently going to rain pretty hard here today, but looking at the local forcast, it doesn't look like that is going to pan out. its too bad, i was really lookin forward to a wicked pissah. for updates on weather here, and in your local area, hook it up on the weather channel.

alright kiddies, who's your daddy------>