Now, I want to make it crystally clear I don't know what the hell the guy is saying in the rest of that song.

Being over tired has made me over extend myself. Or maybe it's the other way around. Here's some advice for you. If you're about to take a job where there are five - let's count them: one, two, three, four, five - administrators, don't take the job.

I got my feelings hurt for a stupid reason today. I've been eating Smart Ones for lunch, seeing as how I get up at 4:30 and don't get home until around the same time in the PM and get paid SHITE tried to save some money by buying them at BJ's where I get the package, and damn maybe I'm tired of eating the same thing but money and TIME and have I said MONEY? and TIME? Anyway, I put my lunch down next to a student who immediately grabbed his nose and loudly proclaimed, "EWWWW!!!! Why do I have to sit next to you?" Through all this chaos and mess, perhaps the saving grace has been the kids, and apparently I've failed their olfactory preferences as well. I just reacted like I was his age. I grabbed my stuff, got down in his face and growled, "You DON'T have to sit next to me," and stalked off to the next table.

Sensitive much?

It's hard not to feel like you're drowning. I recently was asked to complete a personal goals plan. Whereas at the beginning of the year I was able to rattle of my strengths in a second, now? That big old "strengths" section? IS BLANK. I can't think of one thing positive that I'm bringing into that classroom right now besides a whole bunch of "she knows how to dress herself and doesn't complain".

Recent deaths just serve to reinforce for me that life is short. Why the hell am I spending it at a career I really don't like? I'm not going to have a life OR a husband if I don't find a career that is satisfying. I don't think I've come home so many days in a row and just cried.

Wanna come over? I sound like a bunch of laughs.

Y'all go on now. Only 150 more days of misery left.