Doesn't Even Know I am Going to Kill Him (unless he has turned around to read my monitor).
Today is the first day of classes at a college where I teach. I got a half an hour of sleep last night (I was too excited about school to sleep). From 8-10 this morning, I taught and it was glorious. I am sitting in a computer lab (because my son finishes at 2 and I thought "I'll get some work done before I go home") experiencing the altered state of sleep deprivation and the only other person in this room is sitting directly behind me and clicking his pen.
ETA: And he is a fellow redhead, so I feel bad about the animosity because there shouldn't be ginger on ginger violence.