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Sigh. I just realized that my next summer class starts on the 29th, which means I am getting launched right back in after I wake up from my current nightmare. I have to choke out twenty pages of lesson plan and rationalization by Saturday, and I just want to curl up in a little ball and quiver for a while (for that and so many other reasons). I realize that I select my own fate, but I wish I could feel alive enough to clean things and eat real food and watch the news and make doctor appointments in the meantime.
This ends my complaint hour. I saw cool old people today and gave them books. That was a ray of sunshine, I suppose.
This ends my complaint hour. I saw cool old people today and gave them books. That was a ray of sunshine, I suppose.