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There hasn't been much to write about to tell you the truth, or at least nothing came to mind. I don't know. Things here in the flat are as they always are; Kaien is burning food, always eating his 3-minute ramen, the fish are living, and we're both surviving. I've noticed his journal is rather lacking as of late as well; perhaps I'll persuade him into posting something random later tonight.
I mean, really, for the both of us ... there hasn't been much. Well, sure, I did catch a bit of a cold; Kaien would beg to differ about that, however, as I was practically bedridden. But where the classes are concerned: classes are classes. Madine seems to have ceased with her strange ways in wanting to have my last name joined in holy matrimony with hers. Kaien had to confiscate yet another notebook of hers just last week; you really do not want to know what was in that one, man. I still, to this very day, shake my head at it.
This upcoming weekend, there might be another outing happening, but it won't be for the weekend; it will be for the next week. I leave Sunday (at least that's what the plans were) for 10AM and don't come back till the next Friday/Saturday. I feel bad for having to leave the classes to Kaien for an entire week, and yes, Kaien ... I am well aware of just how capable you are in handling our students; I'd pat you on the head and give you a biscuit, were you sitting next to me as I type this.
But the cold from the previous weeks doesn't seem to have completely disappeared, so what I think I'll do is go and lay on the couch with a nice book, some hot chocolate, dope myself up on meds, and wrap myself up in one of the winter blankets (yes, a winter blanket in the middle of summer), and see if maybe I can lull myself to sleep through the words of Anne Rice's The Witching Hour.
I mean, really, for the both of us ... there hasn't been much. Well, sure, I did catch a bit of a cold; Kaien would beg to differ about that, however, as I was practically bedridden. But where the classes are concerned: classes are classes. Madine seems to have ceased with her strange ways in wanting to have my last name joined in holy matrimony with hers. Kaien had to confiscate yet another notebook of hers just last week; you really do not want to know what was in that one, man. I still, to this very day, shake my head at it.
This upcoming weekend, there might be another outing happening, but it won't be for the weekend; it will be for the next week. I leave Sunday (at least that's what the plans were) for 10AM and don't come back till the next Friday/Saturday. I feel bad for having to leave the classes to Kaien for an entire week, and yes, Kaien ... I am well aware of just how capable you are in handling our students; I'd pat you on the head and give you a biscuit, were you sitting next to me as I type this.
But the cold from the previous weeks doesn't seem to have completely disappeared, so what I think I'll do is go and lay on the couch with a nice book, some hot chocolate, dope myself up on meds, and wrap myself up in one of the winter blankets (yes, a winter blanket in the middle of summer), and see if maybe I can lull myself to sleep through the words of Anne Rice's The Witching Hour.