A Michael win.

I had a hectic day yesterday. Despite being completely drained from RenFest, I somehow managed to drag myself out of bed and off to class. After that I deposited my check *yay* and grabbed some food with Michael before dropping him off at school and running off to work. Conner and I ran around campus answering backed-up call tickets.
Oh. I got my own desk, complete with a setup that's a bazillion times better than my home setup. -Dance, dance- I should have accepted this job a year ago, when they first offered it to me.
Anyway. Surprisingly, the teachers were pretty civil. (Conner had problems with a few of them last week.) At least they were after they checked Conner's nametag to make sure he wasn't some kind of man-imposter. I figure they thought I was just another teacher walking with him until they saw my badge. I got a few surprised looks. Silly.
After work I had dinner with my parents, my grandmother, and her new husband, Chris. He's a fun person. We celebrated his birthday. A good time was had by all.
I had to jet out of there around 9:45pm, though. I went to a tutoring/cramming/shit-I'm-gonna-fail class for Organic Chemistry that was from 10pm to 12am. That kind of sucked, but I cemented a few things.
I got home and found Michael laying down, curled up in my comforter instead of studying like he was supposed to. So I sat down Indian-style next to him and poked him a bit until he woke up and talked to me. I was in a fine little mood, so I teased him a bit and told him he looked like a worm, all curled up that way. He replied with a little barb of his own. We got into an insult-trading contest. Much to my dismay, his wit sharpens when he's half asleep. The bastard. He quickly got the upper hand. I got tired of that, so I decided to end this conversation by lifting my fuzzy-sock-laden foot up and placing it on the side of his head, slightly over his ear. His head was still on the pillow. I asked him, "How does this feel, peon? Is this demeaning?!"
At that point he finally opened his eyes, looked straight ahead, and said dryly, "No. I have a great view of your ass."
I really couldn't say anything to that, so I conceded and went to watch House.