My heart bleeded, girl

I just got home from teaching my first sign class. Have I mentioned before that three hours is a loooooong time, especially in the evening? There are 12 people in the class, there for the usual variety of reasons. They're all very nice and they put up with my spastic babbling, with the occasional drifts of thought, which is my usual method of teaching. The whole college is closed next week because of the G20, and fact, a good portion of tonight's class was taken up by everyone bitching about what a pain the whole thing is. No one seems to be excited at all.

I took Neville out to pee when I got home, and when we tried to come back in, our resident bat was clinging to the front door, so we had to go in through the garage.

And Glee is recording and Top Chef is almost on and I'm just polishing up my whenthewarsover story so I can post it.