Did I mention I was a union rep again? Well, I am, and I had a meeting after school, so I didn’t get home until after 6, and then I had to eat something because diabeetus, and then we had to go pick my car up and hey did you know that the Kia Soul apparently has some sort of funky battery that doesn’t jump the same as other batteries and also costs a hell of a lot more, and if you’re thinking “Hey, Luther, that sounds fishy, you should look into that!” then you’re absolutely right I’m going to do that, and then I had to grade some tests and write some assignments and some emails, and now it’s 9 goddamn 13 and I’m going to bed so I can do it all tomorrow and Christ am I tired.
Tag: whining
What, again?
It’s kind of appropriate that I know good and well I’ve made this joke in the last few weeks already, but I can’t believe that I spent all last week teaching these kids math and somehow I have to teach them math again tomorrow. One would think they would know it by now, or at least enough of it, but no. I do genuinely envy people with regular jobs; this weird thing where I have to decide what I’m doing at work tomorrow just aggravates the shit out of me sometimes. That was one of the cool things about selling furniture, y’know? I got home and I was home, and I didn’t have to spend two hours preparing for my eight hours of work the next day. I could just go to work and work would happen. Not so for teaching, which is why teaching is dumb.
But whatever; you’d think after 20 years I’d be done griping about this shit but apparently not. This has been a solid Week of Nothing to Say; I have gotten home from work, plugged Baldur’s Gate III into a vein, then unhooked it long enough to eat and prepare for the next day, and rinse and repeat. Nothing’s really happened in the world that I’ve felt the need to talk about and my reading lately hasn’t been compelling enough that I’ve wanted to talk about either, which means I’m either doing music posts or, well, this.
Anyway. My Algebra class I’m good for but I gotta go figure out something for the 8th grade Math class. Sigh.
In accordance with prophecy
I should actually do this: I should go back through the literal decade of my life that this site encompasses and check the last week of August and the first week of September for every year to see how often I mention being sick. Because holy hell have I been sick for the last couple of days, and I’m still sick today, and I fully expect to be sick tomorrow, and I’m already thinking I’m probably taking Tuesday off so that I can get the shit done that I already know I won’t be doing tomorrow. I didn’t post yesterday because I was asleep. Basically for the whole damn day. Then when nighttime rolled around and I tried to go to sleep sleep, I had weird hallucinatory dreams all night, including one where I got Superman’s powers and immediately flew off to Burning Man so that I could find a certain billionaire asshole who was rumored to be there and drown him in the mud.
I feel like, while not entirely unreasonable, that’s probably not a mentally healthy thing to be dreaming about, right?
Anyway, I owe you a review of Cat Rambo’s Devil’s Gun, which
holy shit, there’s a hummingbird outside my window, just a minute
Damn! He got away before I could get a picture. My wife claims to see them fairly regularly around here, but me spotting them is a damned rare situation, especially on this side of the house. I suppose this big bush/tree thing outside my window does have some berries on it but I wouldn’t think of it as hummingbird fodder, generally. Maybe I should start watching more closely, or put a feeder out there.
Anyway, I got sent a free copy of Devil’s Gun, and so I feel like it deserves a review, and I’m not quite in the right headspace to write it right now, so … eagerly anticipate that, I guess. I’m currently reading T.J. Klune’s Wolfsong and it has already broken my heart six times so you have that to look forward to as well.
And now back to bed; I was breathing okay a couple of hours ago but I am very definitely not breathing okay right now, so being a bit more horizontal seems like a good thing.
More early-in-the-school-year whining
I managed to hurt myself in my sleep last night, which at my age should be no surprise; I spent the whole day feeling like I stuck a walnut-sized rock directly under my neck and just slept on it all night. I’ve been sluggish and my neck has been bugging me all day and I’m just not in the mood at the moment, especially since I just now remembered that I still have to put pretest data into the math team’s form for such things– which was the “I feel like I’m forgetting something” problem from yesterday. So I’m going to get that done and then I’m going to bed and I don’t care what time it is.
I’ll try and write something coherent tomorrow.
Today really got away from me
I’m not Sundaying— I swear I’m really not– but man, I feel like I really let the day get away from me today. I was feeling great at about 12:30– I had about 75% of my grading done for the weekend, although no actual planning yet, and I felt like that left me in really good shape to get everything else I needed to do done. Then, somehow, lunch took two fucking hours, and while I’m intellectually certain I had to be doing other things than eating a couple of veggie burgers and some chips between 12:30 and 2:30 I will be damned if I can remember what any of those things might have been.
My son has a D&D group every Sunday from 4:00 to 6:00. As he is not the most social kid on the planet (he is great around people– better than he thinks he is, really– but in general would always prefer to be at home playing games, which I can hardly fault him for) I like to encourage anything that gets him out of the house and interacting with other human beings. That said, the absolutely lovely people who host this gaggle of sixth-graders several weekends a month live a million miles away, and it’s three hours out of every Sunday for my wife and I as well since returning home between dropping him off and picking him back up is stupid. Anyway, by the time I got out of the shower (that’s correct, I ate lunch before showering) it was time to go, and then I had to finish the grading and the planning, and oh right I owe the Internet a blog post, and now it’s 8:04 and I cannot shake the feeling that I’ve forgotten something important that I had planned to do today.
I mean, the lawn didn’t get mowed, but I didn’t want to mow the lawn, so whatever.
Oh, and I lost half an hour to trying to buy a Roblox gift card with the generic Visa gift card that he got for his birthday this weekend, and that type of fuckery generally makes me want to punch things.
The good news is that there’s no reason– he said— why this shouldn’t be a relatively easy week at work, and last week was dandy. The early in the year exhaustion ought to be starting to abate this week too. So for the most part, things are looking up, at least until I realize I forgot to pay the mortgage or whatever it was. Looking forward to that.
incoherent mouth noises
I have apparently decided to be stressed tonight, for no reason that I can really put my finger on. I’ve suddenly abandoned Diablo IV for, again, no clear reason, but I think I might be done with it, and various attempts to get into something else haven’t really been successful. I’m enjoying the book I’m reading but I don’t want to read it. Clean? Rearrange? Bah.
Rapidly reaching the point where take a pill of some sort and go to bed may be my only real option. Blech.
In which I need a job
… I mean, I HAVE a job, but I need … another one. For, like, a month. Money is a little bit tighter than I want it to be, mostly because I’m bored out of my fucking mind and spending money is a source of serotonin, and oh did I mention I’m bored? Because I’m fucking bored, and while I recognize this is one of the most privileged whines of all fucking time, right now I don’t know how I’m going to survive with a month until school starts. That’s so long and I need something to do now.
Which, of course, is leading to me not doing anything, because I don’t wanna. I’m considering bailing on the YouTube channel again, mostly because I don’t like external factors determining what kind of game I’m playing at any given time, and that’ll be like the third or fourth social media network in a row that I’ve put energy in to, not been able to make into anything that made any sort of money but did create obligations, and then bailed on it.
I was learning Arabic. Remember that? It got difficult and I stopped and I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten literally everything, which is a sign that Duolingo really isn’t doing any actual teaching, because high school Spanish was thirty fucking years ago and I can still get along in Spanish and Arabic was two months ago and I can barely remember a single letter.
Blech.
In which I’d rather be playing video games
Two quick and unrelated thoughts for tonight, and then I’m off to my PS5, because I really don’t have much filling up my brain at the moment: First, that Mark Oshiro’s Into the Light is a fine piece of writing and you should check it out, and second, that I have acquired a new niece in the last couple of weeks, and finding appropriately subversive presents for newborn girls is annoyingly difficult.
So. Yeah. On to Diablo.
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