I don't generally care about Valentine's Day one way or another; it's pretty much completely off my radar. But this morning's Sesame Street was concerned with Slimy the worm's having fallen in love with Glow the glowworm, and the whole thing was positively nauseating.

...just in time to get behind again tomorrow night, perhaps. My schedule for tomorrow is as follows: Go to college. If I have time before class, stop by Professor J's office and officially switch classes, and then speak to my boss at the English Department about changing my hours to fit the new schedule. If I don't have time, proceed straight to class. Attend to class, and try to get notes from somebody I know therein, if such a person exists; otherwise, try to get notes from new acquaintance in class. Leave class, go directly to Columbia University, where I'm supposed to be interviewed by a CU student who's working on an article, part of which deals with men's reactions to The Vagina Monologues. (She handed out an interview request at the show, and I figure I might as well be of service, if I can.) After said interview, scurry back to Queens College, to rate more submissions for the English Club's journal. Go home. Watch Buffy and Angel, or if -- as I expect -- it'll be too late for the former, find out if the VCR got it. If not, hope somebody else remembered to tape it, as requested. If not, call friend in Brooklyn again.

That pretty much sums it up. And now, I really have to read Roxana and write this week's column for the college paper (not necessarily in that order), so I think I'd better stop here.