Morning Train

Eek, i have to move, my landlord is selling my place!

I think i might just go ahead and buy a place, although i am terribly afraid of commitment, to things that cannot be moved. Just the bitter taste left in my mouth from my never-ending selling experience of the last two times.

I don't want to grow roots. Wings are all i believe in more and more.

On the other hand, I don't mind having a few sweet vacation homes, er...flats i mean, in various countries that i dig. So far i only have one! Just wait until i become rich and famous. Hmph! Maybe if i change profession, yeah right, like that will ever happen!

Oh man, i hate hate hate moving, why do i have so much stuff!

Sigh.

On the plus side, i am loving my summer life. Aside from mr jones it includes my cool flat, colorful people, lots of walking (i got no car here!!), my new gym (yep, i joined a gym here, so sue me!), er, did i say my cool flat, where i have been making magic? :-P Oh yeah, and my new french grammar book, the one i am reading for my upcoming online course.

So yeah, i will be taking two french courses next quarter, hehe. Kidding you i am not! This is me next quarter: teaching one course, taking two, directing a grant, being an advisor, co-directing another grant, and all that other stuff that go with my job, committee work and shit like that. Yep, overloading again. On top of that my sponsor here asked me if he can buy me out (of my teaching duties so i can continue the research during fall). Yikes! I said no of course. Seriously i feel kinda sick if i am not communicating math on a regular basis.

We are a crazy bunch, math profs!

Oh look at the time, i gotta get going, someone will soon be home...

Like in the song ...(i didn't know it existed until mister 25 claimed it as our song!)

...My baby takes the morning train
He works from nine till five and then
He takes another home again
To find me waitin' for him...