Sep. 28th, 2010

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Apparently I missed the big news in Austin today until waaaay later when I got home and checked facebook.  Amazing how teaching shuts you off from absolutely everything.  Of course, it kept me from needlessly worrying, as of my two friends who go to UT, one didn't have class today and wasn't even in Austin, and the other was all the way on the other side of campus from the gunman, who didn't hit anyone anyway.


I've been inadvertently experimenting with fasting, by not actually eating anything except a few pieces of candy and a couple crackers for two and a half days.  I do actually still have food in the freezer.  I just didn't have the energy to cook on Saturday, and fell asleep before I could get around to it on Sunday.  Strangely, I wasn't hungry anyway.  Order was restored Monday night when I finally cooked some ham...but I still was un-hungry enough that I could have put the small meal down and walked away from it at any time.  I no longer wonder how people manage to fast for an entire month.  Apparently, it's easy.


Today was a good day; I like being in the same classroom multiple days, even if it is only two.  Wild student sitting and working quietly for almost the entire afternoon with a few well-placed breaks?  Check!  Struggling students helped to the best of my two-day ability, level and type of help based on need, despite only meeting them yesterday?  Check!  Class all sitting quietly and working when the principal walked in this morning?  Check!  If only the school weren't 40 minutes away on the other side of a town I don't even live in.


It's almost October, it's fall, and it's been cool here.  Score!  If only my laundry room wasn't off my balcony, and I had somewhere other than on top of the washer to dry non-dryer clothes.  Soon the clothes will turn to ice instead of dry, and I'll freeze walking out to get clean clothes in the morning.  (Aww, who am I kidding.  This is Texas.  If that happens at all, it'll be for two days in February, and again on Holy Saturday night.)


I keep wondering whether the apartment would be more likely to get annoyed or get me a new dishwasher if I walk in and describe just how much is wrong with it in beautiful poetic detail.  I detest hand-washing dishes.  The dishwasher make me almost consider hand-washing them anyway.


I love my cat.  It might be a good thing I'm considering single life, because I'd totally obsess over a kid.  They'd grow up with smothered and overprotected issues.  Sometimes I think even my cat already has those, but I don't have the money for a pysch for her....

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