Made it through PTCs, and now it’s 6:42 pm and I may very well be in bed by 7:30.
And I still get to have a tooth pulled tomorrow, so don’t expect the quality of posting around here to improve for at least another day.
Tag: tired
I’m not gonna make it
Two thirteen hour days between today and tomorrow, then an e-learning day, then on Thursday I get to have a tooth pulled. Have a cat:
Today was exhausting
It wasn’t a bad day, really, but everyone was Super Extra today, and I resolved out loud more than once that going back to furniture sales (or, at one point, used cars) couldn’t be that bad. My first hour couldn’t stop giggling and making dumb noises, and they’re usually my super chill and/or sleepy group. I knew right then and there it was going to be a long day. And I couldn’t get my head on straight all day, not in an angry or emotional sense but in that I felt half a step behind where I was supposed to be all day long and had way more trouble remembering things than I usually do. You’ve got to be able to keep ninety things straight at the same time to be able to do my job correctly, and at my best today I was handling fifteen.
Tomorrow we have a billion teachers out. I’m covering three classes during the day. It’s gonna be super fun. I’m gonna decompress and kill some ronin now.
In which today got away from me
Three or four Saturdays in a row now have involved a lengthy afternoon nap; my body has been doing this thing to me where I’m waking up at 6:30 on Saturday mornings whether I want to or not (spoiler alert: I don’t want to) and have been completely unable to get back to sleep. This has led to hours-long naps on each of those Saturdays, eating my entire afternoon.
Well, tonight the boy had a birthday party to go to that was a good 45 minutes from our house, so after driving him out there my wife and I had dinner at Das Dutchman Essenhaus and spent some time attempting to shop in Amish country; it turns out Amish country shuts down entirely at 6:00 PM on Saturdays other than that one restaurant so we didn’t really get to do any actual shopping, instead driving around and alternately dodging horses that were supposed to be in the road and chickens and deer that weren’t. We just got home; it’s 9:00 and I still feel like we dragged the boy away from his party too early.
(The family of this friend of his is richer than God; the building we originally thought was their house, because it was house-shaped and considerably bigger than our own house, was actually their gym, an entirely separate building from their actual house. When he got in the car at the end of the night he said that they had spent a fair amount of time at the party digging a tunnel in their foam pit, which means they have a foam pit. We do not have foam pit money in the Siler household.)
Anyway, I’ve spent all day writing a review of Keith Ammann’s new book in my head; I got an early copy of it and it releases this week, so absent any world-shaking events that absolutely must be written about, expect a book review tomorrow.
Friday melancholy
Today would have been Mom’s 74th birthday.
I’m sitting alone in the office listening to the new Taylor Swift album, which I, being a man of intelligence, have not purchased yet, since she’s sure to release an extended edition with 2345 more songs any minute now.
Initial verdict is it’s okay. Not sure about the song about Travis Kelce’s dick. And apparently at least a couple of them that I didn’t pay close attention to the lyrics of are about Charli XCX and, instead of Taylor’s exes, one of Travis’ exes, which is an exciting new realm of petty for Taylor to move into.
I dunno. I feel like I should be doing something more significant than sitting in my office, listening to pop music, and waiting for a game to download, but it was an insanely long day (eight teachers out, so I not only covered a class on my prep, I doubled up my advisory too) and this might be the limits of my mental capacity at the moment. At least going to bed at 8:00 last night stopped my stomach from trying to invert itself.
This was a really long week
It wasn’t necessarily a bad week, mind you; it just feels like it was a thousand years long. There are somehow only two weeks left in the first quarter, which means that in the main this school year is blazing by, but … man. We got a surprise two-hour delay today when dense fog briefly rendered most of northern Indiana impossible to travel in, which was nice; the combination of the delay, Friday, payday, and doughnuts in the staff lounge this morning had most of us speculating that it might somehow be all of our birthdays.
And then I have spent the vast majority of the three and a half hours since getting home with a cat asleep on my lap (awesome) and alternately browsing TikTok (less awesome) or struggling to stay awake. Dinner was a bunch of grapes. It is 8:14 as I’m typing this (on my phone, with a cat in my lap) and being entirely asleep by 9:00 is not at all an unwelcome thought.
Ugh
Spent the evening beating my head against a bad book, and now I’ve gotten some grading done, gotten frustrated by that, and now I’m going to spend an hour beating my head against a bad game. Then maybe I’ll take a handful of ibuprofen and go to bed early.
Fridazed
…get it? It’s Friday, and I’m “dazed,” which is kinda the same as tired? Sort of?
This is the best I’m doing on creativity tonight, y’all. Hit like and come back tomorrow. 🙂
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