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.