An Achey Thanksgiving
On Thanksgiving, Paul and I went to see The Fantastic Mr. Fox. It was "fantastic," only the sound was f'ed up through most of the movie. There were at least twenty-five small children in the theater, so it was even more difficult to hear. Paul and I, each individually, went downstairs to ask someone to fix the sound. Towards the end of the film there was some crackling and then, POW, the stereo sound came on. On our way out, the ticket taker saw us and gave us two free passes for our hardship. We went home and made our Thanksgiving dinner.
Paul has been sick since Monday. He has a cold, with body aches and headaches. Yesterday, we sat on the couch literally all day and all night. I went to the gym in the morning, but when I got home, I laid on the couch with Paul. We watched the James Bond film marathon on Syfy. I felt guilty for being so incredibly lazy, but the alternative (grading essays/cleaning) did not sound appealing. Paul called in sick for work today; he never does that. He needs one more day of rest. We were suppose to go to his sister's house for Thanksgiving II dinner tonight, but that depends on how he feels.
I am so over my courses this semester. I am mostly over grading. I am also over the bad habits of a few asshole students. At this point of the semester, their constant jerky behavior (chronic tardiness, lies and late essays that don't match the assignment, texting during class) just becomes tired. At first, I "call them out" in a slightly jearing, friendly way, but by this time in the semester I feel like physically wringing their necks.
Yup, I been down in the old dumps. Maybe I can distract myself by concentrating on Christmas stuff. My motivation is low. I need to find someway to be socially involved--besides the occassional party. Paul and I discussed joining a bowling league.