The road goes ever on and on...
We found Vyx. Somehow he climbed out of his cage, then slithered down a hole in the back of the classroom to hang out with the computer wires. One of my students pointed out the hole today, so I borrowed a screw driver from our janitor/custodian/menial labour dude and took off panels until I found Vyx. He was very cold, but not dead. And he had completely shed his skin!
So now he is back safe and sound in his cage, which now has TWO dictionaries on it.
Yesterday was a terrible, awful, no good, very bad day. I hadn't felt that low since the two days following the breakup. I called Momma and talked to her for almost two hours; for the first hour I cried my way through the conversation. I just felt awful. If you haven't heard Brad Paisley's song Two Feet of Topsoil, you should go listen to it, because it perfectly described me.
Today has been much better. For the most part, things went better, and I haven't cried at all, as opposed to yesterday when I pretty much cried nonstop.
I forgot to set my alarm last night, but God had mercy on my soul and woke me up at 7:00 a.m. anyway. I sincerely appreciate it. I will make sure to set that alarm tonight. I have muchos much to do tomorrow morning; I can't be late.
Dream tally (for anyone who's counting...yanno, like me): Seven. Sigh.
For FHE tonight we went to a retirement community and played BINGO with the old folks. It was rather fun! One old lady, Leah, knew the scoop on everybody and was happy to share. She was so funny. She's been there for six years and has never won Blackout Bingo, but she won tonight. She was so excited!
I've got I'm Reading a Book stuck in my head.
So, on the pathetic homefront, let's talk about weight loss! The last time I weighed myself prior to this fiasco was in November, when I clocked in at 163. Knowing my eating habits and sedentary lifestyle, it's a pretty good bet I put on a few more pounds than that, but 163 is an absolute benchmark. When I weighed myself yesterday, I was 153.6 pounds. I've lost a minimum of 10 pounds. Depression: surprisingly effective weight loss method. I do not recommend it. It's just that food is so unappetizing to me these days. How sad is that? I love to eat. I love food! So why can't I enjoy it?
I'll know I'm better when I read books, watch movies, watch TV shows, listen to all music, and eat food again. Time, please pass by quickly! I want those things back in my life!
(Yes, you read correctly. I'm not reading. This is truly a sad stage.)
Anywho, life isn't all depression. One of my centers kids made me laugh out loud today by the way he ran back to his desk to grab a pencil. It was the funniest thing I've seen in quite some time. And the sun poked its head out. And I found my snake. And I typed up Horace Heiner's biography on Saturday. And I have wonderful friends. And I'm a funny writer. And I can still make people laugh. And I'm wearing blue. And life sucked significantly less today than it did yesterday. And I ate dinner today. And I have a plane ticket to Fargo in April.
And now I'm going to bed.
"I'll never stand alone when I stand with God."
So now he is back safe and sound in his cage, which now has TWO dictionaries on it.
Yesterday was a terrible, awful, no good, very bad day. I hadn't felt that low since the two days following the breakup. I called Momma and talked to her for almost two hours; for the first hour I cried my way through the conversation. I just felt awful. If you haven't heard Brad Paisley's song Two Feet of Topsoil, you should go listen to it, because it perfectly described me.
Today has been much better. For the most part, things went better, and I haven't cried at all, as opposed to yesterday when I pretty much cried nonstop.
I forgot to set my alarm last night, but God had mercy on my soul and woke me up at 7:00 a.m. anyway. I sincerely appreciate it. I will make sure to set that alarm tonight. I have muchos much to do tomorrow morning; I can't be late.
Dream tally (for anyone who's counting...yanno, like me): Seven. Sigh.
For FHE tonight we went to a retirement community and played BINGO with the old folks. It was rather fun! One old lady, Leah, knew the scoop on everybody and was happy to share. She was so funny. She's been there for six years and has never won Blackout Bingo, but she won tonight. She was so excited!
I've got I'm Reading a Book stuck in my head.
So, on the pathetic homefront, let's talk about weight loss! The last time I weighed myself prior to this fiasco was in November, when I clocked in at 163. Knowing my eating habits and sedentary lifestyle, it's a pretty good bet I put on a few more pounds than that, but 163 is an absolute benchmark. When I weighed myself yesterday, I was 153.6 pounds. I've lost a minimum of 10 pounds. Depression: surprisingly effective weight loss method. I do not recommend it. It's just that food is so unappetizing to me these days. How sad is that? I love to eat. I love food! So why can't I enjoy it?
I'll know I'm better when I read books, watch movies, watch TV shows, listen to all music, and eat food again. Time, please pass by quickly! I want those things back in my life!
(Yes, you read correctly. I'm not reading. This is truly a sad stage.)
Anywho, life isn't all depression. One of my centers kids made me laugh out loud today by the way he ran back to his desk to grab a pencil. It was the funniest thing I've seen in quite some time. And the sun poked its head out. And I found my snake. And I typed up Horace Heiner's biography on Saturday. And I have wonderful friends. And I'm a funny writer. And I can still make people laugh. And I'm wearing blue. And life sucked significantly less today than it did yesterday. And I ate dinner today. And I have a plane ticket to Fargo in April.
And now I'm going to bed.
"I'll never stand alone when I stand with God."