I go to work and there are monkey cries echoing across the campus and parrots in the oak trees. Right now I want to snatch the leash from the girls walking the tiger and feed a certain someone to the pretty big kitty. Either that or snuggle up to one of the cute dwarf horsies and nap. Too bad I'm allergic, eh?
Corralling sixty students in a small research library for 3+ hours to ostensibly force them to work on their research is rather like trying to get a basket full of puppies to do tricks... eventually you devolve in your expectations to simply trying to keep them in the basket and hopefully not poop too much.
Hm. What's up with all the animal imagery/metaphors in this entry? Subconscious, I'm on to you!
