10 More to Go

Only 10 more essays to go and now the guilt.

Did I give these two guys (ironic isn't it?) in my class inflated grades because I am flattered by their engagement in class?

If my neck didn't hurt so badly, I'd review their essays . . .
but then I do have 10 more to go before midnight.

Tommorrow--it's off to the CheeseCake Factory and b-day presents
at Toys will/be US.
We found a Fireball B-day Cake (we'll just take off the plastic Harley bike).

Imaginary wolverines are so much better than real ones.