Sadness
I think I lost my MP3 player. It was just a little one that probably didn't cost much but it was a thoughtful gift from a friend. Her name is Mad Maudlin. *sigh* I suppose one of the little punks at some school I was subbing at could have stolen her 'cause I used to take it with me to listen to during the teacher's prep period. But, if they had stolen Mad Maudlin, wouldn't they have stolen my wallet or my cell phone or something? And it's not like I left my personal items just laying around. I always took my backpack with me out of the room. If you see her, tell her to come home and that I will take better care of her this time.
Also, I dreamed about speaking Spanish last night. Except I couldn't remember the words for anything! This is unusual because I have a decently tenuous grasp of elementary school Spanish. I was speaking it to an injured white terrier dog who kept morphing back and forth into an injured little boy. I was bandaging his foreleg then cheek then foreleg and I think I was trying to impress his father (?) Weird.
Also, I dreamed about speaking Spanish last night. Except I couldn't remember the words for anything! This is unusual because I have a decently tenuous grasp of elementary school Spanish. I was speaking it to an injured white terrier dog who kept morphing back and forth into an injured little boy. I was bandaging his foreleg then cheek then foreleg and I think I was trying to impress his father (?) Weird.