Woot.

Grades are done. This weekend is all about final Xmas shopping, conquering nations via Civilization on the computer and maybe taking a stab at climbing Mount Laundry. All paperwork has been filed for them, and next week begins the mound of paperwork to justify me to the department.

Oh, as well as listening to the cries of my enemies and the lamentations of their women, er, I mean the litany of whiny email that is likely to unfold when certain parties get hold of their grades.

-- DV