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People keep asking why I never blog anymore, and I suppose I don't have a good reason other than laziness. So here I am, blogging. I'm on my lunch break, so this is a brief overview of the general situation.
There really isn't much to say about my life. It feels good to be sneaking up on competence in so many arenas; for instance, I love my job and I'm good at it. I'm co-teaching an AP French class in what is probably a dubiously allowable maneuver on the administration's part, but I don't mind because I'm delighted to speak French every day and plan conversations and contemporary vocabulary lessons. I dance several times a week and I'm good at that too. I'm financially independent and relatively stable, I read lots, I make tasty and adventurous food every so often. Living with Andy has for the most part gone better and more smoothly than I could have imagined, and I think we might really have something here. In short, I'm passing for a capable adult in most arenas of my life.
That said, I don't sleep very well (for reasons unknown), my usual neuroses are still largely in place, and, as the terse tone of this entry may hint, I'm currently in the grip of a day or two of seething rage (also for reasons unknown.) Due to said seething rage, my tolerance for sarcasm, patronizing, and bullshit is at a particular low today, and the next person to give me sass or one of those metaphorical condescending pats on the head is going to get it good and hard in the teeth. I am praying that this person is not a student, because I would like to keep my job.
On the whole, though, life is good. Life is very good.
There really isn't much to say about my life. It feels good to be sneaking up on competence in so many arenas; for instance, I love my job and I'm good at it. I'm co-teaching an AP French class in what is probably a dubiously allowable maneuver on the administration's part, but I don't mind because I'm delighted to speak French every day and plan conversations and contemporary vocabulary lessons. I dance several times a week and I'm good at that too. I'm financially independent and relatively stable, I read lots, I make tasty and adventurous food every so often. Living with Andy has for the most part gone better and more smoothly than I could have imagined, and I think we might really have something here. In short, I'm passing for a capable adult in most arenas of my life.
That said, I don't sleep very well (for reasons unknown), my usual neuroses are still largely in place, and, as the terse tone of this entry may hint, I'm currently in the grip of a day or two of seething rage (also for reasons unknown.) Due to said seething rage, my tolerance for sarcasm, patronizing, and bullshit is at a particular low today, and the next person to give me sass or one of those metaphorical condescending pats on the head is going to get it good and hard in the teeth. I am praying that this person is not a student, because I would like to keep my job.
On the whole, though, life is good. Life is very good.