Ice Floe? Party of One?
I slept for about three hours last night and I was beat when I came home. After sitting at my desk for about an hour with my eyes glazed over and my jaw hanging limp, I thought I'd have a little snack. I made some microwave popcorn, which was tasty until I heard that horrible crunch that told me I'd broken a tooth.
Altogether now: EEEEUUUUUUWWWWW.
And it isn't even a tooth, it's a crown. And it isn't even a crown, it's part of a permanent bridge. This does not, I'm thinking, bode well. But it doesn't hurt or anything, so I'm not going to rush to get it looked at. I've got bigger fish to fry, like going to the orthopedist on Friday. In the meantime, I'm trying not to self-diagnose, because I'm prone to do that and it's just a stupid thing to do. In the meantime, I'm doing my best not to limp when I walk, because that throws off everything else.
I found out today that the bully administrator who scolded me the other day told someone that I was "mean spirited." I may be lots and lots of things, but I am not mean spirited -- he is, which is what makes him a bully -- but I think this is a case of a)he doesn't like me and that's how he interpreted it, and b)he doesn't understand my sense of humor and thought it was mean. And still today, people on the staff were thanking me for what I did. (I replied intelligently to a moron's email.)
It's still raining. It's going to rain forever and ever. Sometimes you can just tell.
I'm still smiling, just too tired to remember why. I spent most of the day today working on the revision of the library website, which is a pretty enjoyable activity. And one of the few websites that's working, since students and staff alike are currently barred from things like google, aol, and so on. I can't read any diaries at school -- no personal websites -- and a whole lot of things that we should be able to get. Once again, idiots are running this show, top to bottom.
I'm going to slide that knee brace off now and see what happens.
(Oh, the ice floe thing; you know, I heard once that among the people of the north, whom we used to refer to as Eskimos, that when their elderly couldn't function anymore, they'd be set off alone on an ice floe to die. A ridiculous story, I'm sure, but the first indication of the old Eskimos nearing ice floe time was that their teeth would start to break. Not an old wives' tale, exactly, more like an urban legend, if you will, or a kids' legend from the 1950s.)
watching THE GOLDEN GIRLS :: ENTRY #2036
READING: American Lion: Andrew Jackson by Jon Meacham
