In which it must be Saturday

sleepI have spent the day– part of it, anyway– researching local private schools, which has me deeply depressed for a variety of reasons.  I’m still sick and the book I started yesterday never really got any better and it’s cold and rainy and Man, fuck November already.  Normally fall is my favorite season; I’m not in the mood for some reason.

Also, I’ve still got to go to OtherJob tonight even though between the weather and the football game I’m not going to see anyone, and likely won’t even have an entertaining phone conversation with a jackass like I did yesterday.

Blah.

Somebody, quick, get me excited about something.

Today’s agenda

20130830-183623.jpgTake shower- go to work- don’t go to jail- give a bunch of math tests- hope the buses all show up on time- go to staff meeting- sit at a desk for 45 minutes checking people into contract ratification meeting- read new proposed teacher contract- listen to presentation about new proposed teacher contract- hopefully vote for new proposed teacher contract- go to birthday dinner for my mom- go home- put boy in bath- put boy to bed- go to bed my damn self.

Note the word “blog” doesn’t show up in there anywhere.

Have a good day; the next time I see you I’ll be asleep.

There’s something on a Sunday that makes a body feel alone

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I’m actually having a lazy Sunday like a real person right now; I’ve spent most of the day with a book in my hand (short review of Doctor Sleep: you should read it; I didn’t think a sequel to The Shining was necessary but this is a worthy effort) and right now I am, crazily, considering a nap.  Usually on Sundays I’m freaking out about all the grading I don’t have done and thinking about how many thousand things I really ought to get done before work starts again on Monday, and while I just remembered I really ought to sign into my email and tell my boss something I’m wonderfully free of Work Shit that needs to be done right now.

(Stares at the screen for ten minutes)

(emails boss)

Yeah, I’m gonna go read another book.  Might be back later if the mood strikes me.

BANG yo HEAD until you start to BREAK yo NECK

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It’s a Busta Rhymes kind of day.

I had a parent conference today that lasted two entire class periods, nearly an hour and a half– I believe the longest parent conference of my entire career. And while it was good to sit down with a parent for a while and talk some things through, and while we did make some progress, I’m not convinced the meeting actually solved any of the issues that the conference was called to address. Plus I have more paperwork to not memorize now, which is always fun.

Then I had a union meeting this afternoon after school and didn’t get home until six. All I really want out of the world today is to read my comic books and something makes me think that isn’t going to happen since I haven’t actually had time to buy any today.

My point is that it was a long day. At the moment I have nothing of any particular import to say (other than that frying eggs inside half of an avocado produces deliciousness– too messy to photograph, but deliciousness)– so I’m gonna play with my son and then collapse in front of the TV.

Tomorrow I get to fight with a retailer. That should be fun!

Pfah.

“Write every day, no matter what,” they tell me.

“Stay in practice,” they tell me.

“Have good ideas and something to talk about every day,” NO ONE EVER SAYS.

Stupid writing advice.

I made friends with a bug last night.  But the story ends in tears so I’m not going to tell it.  Instead, I’m going to go make soup.  I like soup.  It’s tasty.  Tomorrow, I will make risotto and invite Joe Bastianich over to eat my food.  He won’t come, but at least I’m trying.

The end.