To quote someone who said it much better than me, "Aigh! Aigh, Ahhhh, Aigh! Aigh, Aigh, Aigh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
It's too bad I can't find the shot where Homer is running around with his pants on fire, cause that just seems a fitting indicator of my internal state --- that and when he grabs his head and cries out that "Aigh!" in startled terms. I could gawk in amazement, though:
In other news, graduation was fine, the drive was long, there was family drama at home, the drive back was also long, holy shit where did my weekend of highly necessary prep time go, and now all sorts of deadlines have hit and shit hit the fan and fires need to be put out --- thank god I don't have to teach my fill-in course this week like I thought --- and they never actually gave me a copy of the book I need to teach next, which is causing all sorts of logistical problems and necessitating me driving all over town trying to locate a copy ---- and I'll just close by saying: "Aigh, Ahhhh, Aigh! Ooogh!"