Curses!
So, I decided to go on semi-seclusion, speaking with only a limited number of friends and family. Limited being... very limited. There's my soulmate, mrbadnews, and..
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and..
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There must be more! I mean, besides the required communication with those kids sharing classes with me, the teachers, the kids I teach in school, and family, and people whose hep (or something) I need!
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Or maybe not.
My cat fell sick. It's not technically my cat, but as was the only one who bothered to help it out since Saturday, I've claimed it for myself. His name is Selyo (a name with a most wonderful history!)and he's orange and white and... stuff. We took him to the vet the other day, and now he's on antibiotics. And! He's somewhat better. He already scratches my leg when I try to force-feed him, the ungrateful feline. Also, he already has the strength to jump off my leg, when during the vet-visit, he didn't even budge when a couple of needles were stuck into him. I just hope he quits fighting with all those snakes and wild cats! I don't think I can handle another "systemic infection".
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I also survived my first day back at teaching. And attending class. Both were hellish, I dare say. Hellish hellish hellish! Schools are hellholes filled with spawns of the devil. Demonspawns include teachers and administrators, of course. We all just make each other's lives more gruesome and bloody.
Not a lot to be said, really. Hiding out by myself really isn't conducive to entry-worthy moments. And as much as I would love to be eloquent and whatnot... it's just not in me.
and..
and..
...
There must be more! I mean, besides the required communication with those kids sharing classes with me, the teachers, the kids I teach in school, and family, and people whose hep (or something) I need!
...
Or maybe not.
My cat fell sick. It's not technically my cat, but as was the only one who bothered to help it out since Saturday, I've claimed it for myself. His name is Selyo (a name with a most wonderful history!)and he's orange and white and... stuff. We took him to the vet the other day, and now he's on antibiotics. And! He's somewhat better. He already scratches my leg when I try to force-feed him, the ungrateful feline. Also, he already has the strength to jump off my leg, when during the vet-visit, he didn't even budge when a couple of needles were stuck into him. I just hope he quits fighting with all those snakes and wild cats! I don't think I can handle another "systemic infection".
...
I also survived my first day back at teaching. And attending class. Both were hellish, I dare say. Hellish hellish hellish! Schools are hellholes filled with spawns of the devil. Demonspawns include teachers and administrators, of course. We all just make each other's lives more gruesome and bloody.
Not a lot to be said, really. Hiding out by myself really isn't conducive to entry-worthy moments. And as much as I would love to be eloquent and whatnot... it's just not in me.