I cannae stand this tea I am drinking, but it is supposed to help my throat. It's that bad.

However, I have to drink it... because if I can't talk tonight I can't do anything to get tables and I'll have to write "Sorry I couldn't talk" on the tickets like Kyle had to yesterday. He could do a spot-on Emporer Palpatine, though. It was damn amusing.

So, I'm either going to work in 25 minutes or an hour and 25 minutes. Catherine is going to call me before long so we can figure things out.

In other news... by the end of tomorrow I will have worked more than 30 hours this week. Ridiculous. I work tomorrow and Sunday... and maybe I got lucky enough to have Monday off. I still have to talk to Ms. Gladden about the Monday night class -- but I do believe that Catherine and I are on the same schedule and maybe will stay on the same schedule.

In other news, Joseph Stalin won the Super Bowl.

Yes, I am referring the leader of the Soviet Union and General Secretaty of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. Yes, the one who died in 1953.