It is Friday night and I am listening to Bowie

… the opening track to The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust, specifically. I’ve been on this kick lately where I’ve been listening to The Man who Sold the World on repeat and it’s broadening out.

I don’t have a ton to say tonight, really; it was a pretty damn good week at school, all told; the weird behavioral improvements in all but one of my classes don’t show any signs of degrading now that the first couple of days back are gone, and teaching this week has actually been pleasant, for the most part. I have more or less abandoned the idea of not returning to the classroom again next year, at least for now; I’ll keep my eyes open, of course, to see if anything presents itself, but I’m not going to kill myself looking, which was kind of the plan earlier in the year. If I’m back in the same classroom in the same building next year, that’ll be fine. Feels weird saying that, but it’s true.

I finished Jenna Glass’ The Women’s War yesterday or the night before, and I read it in three or four big gulps and was really happy with what I read. I haven’t reviewed it because since reading it I’ve read a bunch of other pieces on it and I’m reexamining what I thought of the book after taking what those folks had to say about it into consideration. I have read some gripes about the book that I think are mostly garbage (when it’s repeatedly harped on that one character has oddly pale skin and is the only blonde-haired person in the book, guys, it’s because everybody else is brown, and “brown” is the skin color that is the default) but a few have had some merit to them. I’m simultaneously trying to decide if it’s okay to let someone else drag down my own opinion of something I enjoyed, but hell, real issues are real issues. Some of this shit I should have caught on my own, y’know?

It’s going to be a busy weekend– I have a decent pile of grading to get to already, and I need to go talk to Money People about some shit, and a handful of family obligations. I’ll be around, of course, but I’m not going to be able to have my normal sluggardly Saturday, I think. Curses!

So far

Today has featured an auto repair shop declining work on a car because it would be too expensive and complicated, damn near falling asleep while driving my kid to school (unrelated to the car work! I swear!) because apparently none of last night’s sleep took, lost toddler shoes, verbose teacherly apologies, an entire pot of coffee, a couple of hours of resultant heart palpitations, beta reading, utter ridiculousness on Twitter, preparations for a toddler (not mine) birthday party, taquitos, and somehow dragging the beaten and lifeless carcass of the Sunlight manuscript across the 40,000 word mark.

Guess which part was my favorite.

I am exhausted.  I’d be happy that it’s the weekend, but 1) this weekend is going to be busy as hell, and 2) I’m unemployed at the moment so it’s not like weekends are any different from any other day.

In other words, have a couple of music videos, because I am done for the day.

Good evening!

1517206039753204911Two kinda long days in a row, and I cannot word at the moment.  Lots to do tomorrow, too, including getting caught up on Sunlight, which I haven’t touched in a couple of days.

What are people with lives doing this Friday night?  There’s gotta be something fun going on somewhere.

In which I tell you nuffink! NUFFINK!

I have no idea what that line is actually from, but it’s running through my head.

I met with my therapist on Tuesday.  My wife had the day off, since she’s a state employee and it was election day, and when I got home she asked me how it had gone and what we’d talked about.  And then she got this weird look on her face and said “Well, unless you can’t really talk about it, or something like that.”

“I’m a blogger,” I said.  “I tell 20,000 people what happened to me today three times a day.  Yes, I will share my discussion with my therapist with my wife.”

And I did.

And, uh, here’s the problem: I’ve got a hell of a lot I want to talk about, but damn near all of it is embargoed for some reason or another, most of them having something to do with my real life and counting unhatched chickens and various things like that.  So instead I’m going to just write this frustratingly ambiguous blog post and leave you with a music video, since it’s Friday no goddammit it’s Thursday screw it you get a Friday song anyway.

Hah.  I’m a rebel like that.

ANOTHER!

WHY NOT, ONE MORE

…aaaand I’m spent.

It’s Friday, mang…

…and I got nothin’ right now.  I’m about to eat soup with rattlesnake and rabbit in it, though.  That’s pretty exciting.

Skylights is $1.99 for about another hour and a half, if you’re into that.  Up to $2.99 once that time passes.

Hmmmm

I have a number of activities that I want to perform this weekend, and am even bringing in my parents tomorrow to watch the boy so that I might finish several of them.  Right now all I want to do is play video games– which, believe it or not, are actually on the list of “things I want to accomplish”– and then go directly to sleep for a hundred years, which might derail most of the rest of the list.

Some stuff happened at work today that I could talk about, but I can’t think of a way to make any of them funny which makes me not want to discuss them all that much.  It has, generally speaking, been a very long week.  I’m looking forward to getting a chance to relax this weekend.

How are you?

In which blech

681216772684292749Today was not the day I wanted it to be.  It was supposed to be a half day,  but the meeting I was supposed to go to this afternoon, which was going to be unpleasant but at least would mean I got to leave work early, got cancelled.  Which meant that I didn’t get to leave work at eleven and not have much of anything to do until one.  Instead, I got to sort of be the principal today– today was so busy that even though both of them were in the building I still spent most of the day’s energy dealing with nonsense from kids.

I really, really do not like dealing with discipline, guys.  It is my least favorite thing– well, second least, behind trying to get ahold of parents, which is its own rant, but having to get ahold of parents comes with the discipline issues, and frequently the parents of the worst behavior problems are also the parents I least want to deal with.  One of them came in and tried to jump my ass today when all I did was call her and notify her that her kid had fucked up.  I don’t know the details, lady, I’m just reading this form, and showing your ass with me isn’t going to do you any damn good.  I do know why your kid’s such a dick now, though.

Blech. Now I’m at OtherJob and it’s raining and cold and I probably ought to stay for at least another hour and a half. With a little luck I’ll manage to clear my head enough to get back to Benevolence Archives 8.  We’ll see.

It’s God Damn Friday

Three more days.  Three more days.  Three more days.  Three more days.