Loving it a Little Too Live

I've got the paper to do and a move to get through and what am I doing? Watching basketball. I don't think I've ever paid such close attention to the NBA playoffs as I have this year. It's a bad time.

I haven't signed up for cable yet for my new house, so maybe that's a good thing. But I will be missing the season finales Boston Public, West Wing, Friends, Will & Grace, and ER. Sucks. And the playoffs. Maybe it's a good thing. Another thing I'm doing instead of my paper is looking for a decent Spurs hat. I can't find one. I may have to hit the NBA store here. I may actually have to shop offline. I'm not happy about it. Not that I have a whole lot of money for such stuff, but I'm still in mourning over the loss of my other Spurs hat. It's been about four years now but there are just some things one can't get over. I don't think I'll ever have another hat like that one.I took another load over to the house today. It actually is a house. None of this apartment stuff. I met the owner's maid, Rose. She's a nice woman. I'll take another load over when I wake up, one on Saturday, and then the movers are coming on Sunday. And for only $25 extra, they'll drop by Helen's to pick up the futon mattress (full size -- I've been sleeping in a twin bed for nine months; I guess it's not a big deal when you're single). So I'll have something to sleep on Sunday night.

I had to go to a make-up class tonight for culture. We had to present our papers. I turned mine in yesterday. But I still had to talk about it. Elzbieta brought wine. That's always a good reason to go to class. I talked about gender. Blah, blah, blah. I hope I don't get bored with the topic. It happened with race. I'm gonna go now. I'm boring myself with this post.