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I've been so exhausted this week. I hope I am not getting sick again. I have been having to drag my ass out of bed and HOUR later than I usually get up and still feeling like crap all day, while hardly making it to work on time. Not sure I can cut it much closer than I've been cutting it. We've been doing PARP stuff all week, which is really disruptive. It's Olympic themed and we chose to be China because 1.) I am sneaky and I needed to do a unit on it anyway, 2.) they are well informed little third graders because I make them read TIme for Kids and they knew that the Olympics are being held in China amd 3.) It was an easy flag to make for our "opening ceremonies" (which if there had been a most half assed flag award I totally would have won, where do these teachers get the time/motivation for these crafts?). Between silly ceremonies, bookfairs and other extra stuff for that and meetings, conferences and possible retentions, I kind of feel like I am accomplishing nothing instructionally and that I physically want to curl up and sleep. (Seriously starting to regret not enjoying my sick time more, especially since literally have none left.)
Andres is leaving tomorrow morning. I will miss him, but it is kind of a relief because he has been freaking out about this trip and the constant planning for what to do about the puppy (staying with friend's sister-in-law, but I need to pick him up next Friday), his sister (coming to town 3 days before he gets back and being entertained by guess who) .... oye. I could use a weekend to relax and recharge... though I kind of want to do something fun too because this week was shitty and work and I felt trapped inside all of last weekend.
My ankle is swollen and I don't know why.
Also, what do you all think of this Spitzer thing? I'll tell you what's bothering me most, when I went to that dinner where he and Patterson spoke- I had NO idea that Patterson was blind (though in retrospect, his eyes looked a little funny.) I've heard that he memorizes all of his speeches, which is really insane, but he seemed like a really nice guy and has a good sense of humor... then again so did Spitzer. Andres and I have been having a philosophical debate about that sitaution over whether or not the wife would be at fault for him going to the prostitute under any circumstances... I'm going with no, because even if you want to do freaky sex stuff and she gives you permission to seek it elsewhere (which hasn't been stated anywhere in the news, but is one of the scenarios that comes up in a goog prostitution philosophical debate), you should have enough respect for the person to either stop being a sexuyal deviant or get a divorce. Thoughts?
Wow. Total rambleyness. I'm going to bed to read my strangely additive teenage vampire romance....