hey, welcome back.. long time, no see

Really, I haven't been to the relative here since July 23? That's nearly disgusting. Ah, It's only 'cause I started posting THIS year mainly to entertain txmi and after I got her to read along @ A Muse, i reckon I didn't see the need to keep this blog up to date. I kinda don't, still, but Marci might be coming over from the MoodTracker board and I wanted to make sure something sorta recent was up.
So this starts w/a little set I started in the c'room WedAM and runs up to nearly the relative current moment.

Damn, I say DAMN.. it's Wed, yeah I think that's right, the second class day for most of the stoonts.. seventh did meet Mon. That crew shows early indications of being a day wrecker, I'm going to jump on trying to bury them in work and then maybe when that first batch of Fs come out they'll decide it's in their own interest to get settled. I reckon we'll all find our more or less together. Anyhow, @ the relative current moment, the kids haven't started their parade, I doubt if there'll be another minute to sit like this 'til sixth p conf and I prob'ly won't feel much like it then. I think iota go up and sit w/Glynda then. Oh, so I was going to say that I really do feel like I'm about to jump out of my skin.. this despite chippin' the chillin' quarter before I left the house. Maybe once I get some smilin' faces in the room.. there's the bell.. I can get centered, focused and settled.. Yeah, it could happen.
I, gee I guess I had a good day. I don't feel abused, mistreated.. even the kids that wanted to act like they were going to be a problem settled down acceptably after meditating on the work for a few min. So, if I had a good day, why do I feel so bad? Not SO bad, I guess, more bad than I think iota. It's that's spectacularly weird place where I kinda want to go hide or sit and weep, but.. hide from what, weep about what? This is the place SANE people simply can't fathom. This IS two minds. After the four or five weeks of stable ness punctuated by short stretches of mania, I don't think there's any question about whether some down time is coming and on one hand I guess I've earned it and on another or the other I s'pose I deserve it. But igottatellya buddy, I don't like it much. There's REAL stuff that needs doing and I rilly can't be lounging in bla-bla land. The essential bum wants coddling, Ken wants cuddling.. I reckon all either of us needs is a decent distraction. IF the work I love or the work I've assigned doesn't overwhelm me this weekend the rest of the six weeks will be fine, except for the expected hassle from and work around for B Perkins. I know I've mentioned Barbara before, I don't know how best to 'splain or describe her role 'cept as an ELA dist wheel on our campus.. I guess she's a curricular supervisor. And I've let it get too close to tenpm, oh it's AFTER ten, heh.. the Ambien went in more than haffan hour ago.. no doubt it's time to simply let go of the personal odd for a few hours.. my school day will run predictably, ibetcha, and then I'll be home again fretting about getting stuff graded.. building rosters and grade sheets.. all the fun stuff that or which typifies the experience in Mr Morphis room, Say good night Ken. Gotcha covered.
Here's a line or few on the way to bed Thupm. Iota do the semiquick ed run thru' last nite's stuff but, I'll get back to it you can be sure. Gonna be tenpm again and again it comes too soon, too early too .. quickly. Oh well, it'll be the weekend soon, like t'morrow @ fourpm and I'll have a shitload of stuff to fret about to keep the school gig seeming to run somethinglike smoothly. Aint that the way it has to go? It'll be a grin and I'm sure more of the work will get done than I can imagine tonight. Tonight I'm feeling drained. Today @ lunch I felt like I'd been thru' the wringer, prob'ly cause I had one of those high-tension events.. oh and another one fifth.. then I let seventh run like they had a right to.. which they don't, of course, and that's exactly the perception I'd like not to foster. Crap. I've quit making sense. I reckon that's my cue to follow the Ambien trail thru' the gates of slumberland.. which reminds me that taking that compound this early really isn't a fab idea, but um, I think it's better than floppin' around the bed for an hour and then getting up to take it. I'll take my chances on being able to snooze another couple of hours in the predawn AM when I start poppin' out of the sleepy fortress.
Friday, eh? Well it’s been a day.. started w/the perfect child coming into the bedroom around fiveAM to ask if I wasn’t s’posed to already be up. Yeah. I reckon I forgot to set the alarm. Don’t you JUST hate it when that happens? Oh well, so it was out of bed and into the shower w/out the usual sit and have a cup of coffee. School.. well, it was Friday, of course that went pretty well. I came home and had a nap and that’s the main reason (well, that and the fact that I don’t hafta be up @ a quarter ‘til fiveAM tomorrow) I’m sittin’ here trying to run out s’more lines as it gets near to elevenpm. I haven’t put anything @ my Goo blog in a while, I’ll prob’ly set some of this there, too.. and @ A Muse. I gotta figure the essential bum that is Ken will get quite a work out this weekend. I brought a shitload of stuff home to grade and of course, there a nice-sized pile of domestica I’ve managed to kinda put on hold for a week or two while I tried to get the first week of school behind me. Stuff gets done. I’ve quit expecting the other shoe to drop; the maniac may NOT have left the building, there may NOT be some crust-crumbling crash looming on the event horizon and it does none of us any good to worry about it. Yay me, do I have a healthy outlook, or what? ..still fighting mental health. All of my narcissistic projects, mainly the fake chronology, have been put on hold, prob’ly ‘til the end of the year.. Christmas break.. building a new reading program is an attention hog. You know what I mean, the new class thing.. oh and it turns out to be TWO new classes, Reading I and II. The substantive difference being that R1 is a year-long course (that’s only the seventh period) whereas the R2 crew will get shuffled out in Dec for a new bunch in Jan. Wouldn’t you know that relative currently, seventh WOULD be the class I’d most like to kill off.. and I mean that in the nicest possible way, maybe lethal injection. Perkins expects (I know, cause I asked) separate lesson plans and curric writ for each class; she’ll whine, I’m sure when it’s not done.. or maybe I’ll take the ”easy way out” and build a thorough fake set of docs JUST to appease her. Management sucks. Hmm, what else? The girls slipped out w/out an explanation or a goodbye. I’ve still got another cuppa excellent coffee to sip AND it’s 1135pm. This would be a fine op to sift thru’ another chapt or few of that fic I’m .. invited to peruse. I’ve got an idea, let’s do the ed run and post bits @ both blogs !
Sure, man, whatever. It’s midnite and I think you oughta be getting’ bedward. Yeah, YOU would, and I didn’t ask. I came to play and I’m not quite done yet. I’ll tellyawot, tho’.. I’ll go ahead and input the sleep aid and we’ll see how that works out.
Okay, I’ll go for that. I chipped in a quarter tab of the Lorazepam a short while ago and it’s been MY experience that the li’l combo works well to fend off that ‘poppin awake’ thing that makes Ambien such a quirky sleep aid.
‘Your’ experience, eh?
Yeah, heh. I’m never quite certain how well you keep up.
But you DO know that spreading those singular personal pronouns around continues to be sort of a sore point.
Eh, you’ll get over it. We both know it’s cute.
Terminally pretty.
Brutally handsome.
Good in bed.
Eagles, you crack me up, fella.
Better watch out w/that fella stuff.
Yeah? Izzit a SHOW? A FELLA SHOW.. like fellatio?
I’m going to pretend that’s the drugs talking.
Really, or what.. you gonna kick my ass?
You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
Gee whiz, guy, if it’s my ass..
Save it for the fics. Are we about done here?
Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s as much fun as any of us will get from this gig tonight.
So.. say good night Ken?
Sure. G’nite, Ken.

Peace and hope, y'all
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