Better sleep, but bad dreams. Yesterday I made my students write the rough draft of their next paper in class. I haven't read them yet. The atmosphere while they were working on them was... tense and resistant.

I don't think I've mentioned here that I'll be teaching a section of Intro to Lit at York next semester. I'm really pumped; it'll be my first lit class. I'm still hoping for a second class somewhere, and hoping against a Saturday morning section... if it were my only option, though, I'd feel the need to take it. We shall see.

Also, I had a reading Friday night. It went well. It was fun and I treated myself to a cab ride home.

What's next, everyone?