Tomorrow I'm giving a final exam in the writing class I've been teaching at a local college. In this case, it truly is better to give than to receive — they're going to be working their heinies off — but as far as exams go, it's got nuttin' on Monstro's epic midterm that he gave on Friday. He told me the subject and I nearly went catatonic. I'm telling myself it's only because I've not read the book upon which it was based, but I think I'm just sweet-talking myself with that excuse.

My gradebooks are up to date and I'm a bit paranoid that our second class newsletter isn't going to be published because the lead story is an investigation into whether the standards are declining at this college. So that's why I didn't get to sleep until 1:00 this morning.

Other than that? Not much, except the MacArthur Maze melted — see for yourself at SF Gate.com.