Out of my goddam tree

It's February, I'm working about 50+ hours a week, taking a class at the local university on stream geomorphology for about another 10 a week, and working in mountain streams seems a lifetime away. Of course, they will probably all be on fire this spring anyway, what with the whole "no rainfall" deal here. So if you see me rolling in to your local Arby's and try to pull some "sorry sir, breakfast is over, no cinnamon sticks for you" bullshit, don't say I didn't warn you:

In lighter news, being around undergraduates never fails to amuse. Get stoked to hear about some warehouse parties in Marina and some professors being "haters".