Yet Another Day

Tired, but not as unbearably tired as I was yesterday. I've been sleeping weird, nothing new for me.

I've been very busy at work, which I like to be. I said something on Twitter yesterday about work and someone replied not to let the kids get to me, but really, the kids are almost never the problem there. Here and there, of course, but mostly the kids are very nice and fairly polite, at least to me. My current project involves other teachers in some ways, and some of these guys are just dopes. ("Can you confirm that you still have the four videotapes signed out to you?" "Well, I have one of them. I don't know where the others are." Uh ... really? How nice for you.)

Anyway, K is still pretty sick, although she's taking a good antibiotic. She's giving serious thought to the sinus surgery she needs; we just talked about it a little while ago. She promises to be okay through her recuperation as long as she has enough pain meds. Amen to that, sister.

I managed to spill my guts, as it were, to my sister just before without emphasizing any aspect of the stress affecting me physically. (I feel fine, actually; I only know it's aggravating my condition because my tongue is acting up.) So we're in a good place now, no secrets. (Except that one, but she doesn't know about it so it doesn't count, right?)

Okey dokey. The Hubs is out to dinner with his boss tonight, so things are quiet. I've only got the one of them hacking up a lung instead of both.

I must have had something else to tell you all tonight, but it's passed right through my head. Another time, perhaps.

WATCHING FAMILY GUY :: ENTRY #1715