I'm at work. Well, I guess you can call it work-- they pay me, but I don't do that much. All my presentations are done (I work at Homework Helpline) and now I'm just trying to catch up on my web activities.

Okay, how crazy am I: I may become Mrs. Gammage's after-school TA. Yet another activity. Like I need that. But she really needs help, and I'm pretty sure I can fit it in okay. She knows my schedule, so I'd only have to come in once or twice a week and I'd get a regular credit. That's too much to resist.

I'm watching my cousin like a hawk. I discovered she's failing freshman year, so I've threatened to essentially collapse her social world if she doesn't undergo an almost religious conversion with her work.