Two of Four

A typing emergency?
I don't thinxo. I oft' have cause to regret putting that phrase into Jen's vocab.. well, actually, I regret it every time I hear it. Oh well, it's nobody's fault but my own. Here sits Ken, tappin' the cool wireless on a Monpm. I got napped up and approved to take a couple of days. It'll make the sorry assed testing plan much easier to bear. AND if all goes well, the week will wrap w/a trip to New Orleans. Yay! I guess that's all the news I've go to impart.. days off, days on the road. My eyes are really tired despite napping for several hours on the couches. Let's suppose it's strain from playing w/the MediaPlayer; I filled a folder @ school and it seems that none of it made it home w/me.. oh ibetcha what happened izzat I copied the relative LAST playlist I'd made.. that's why none of the stuff I was looking for was in the folder and all the stuff I found in the folder had already been moved into the relative local library. Hmmph. Stoopid shit.
Stoopid shit DOES happen. I'm kinda halfway trying to see if I can charm the girls back home by sittin' @ the machine. Sometimes it works, especially if I've got a slashette it chat and almost assuredly if it's Tess. Lets see who's got lights on. Hmm, Tu. Haven't heard from HER in a while. I bet she'll answer the ding.. and probably w/in a minute or two.. if not then prob'ly not @ all. Well, I did my part Not much left, now, @ 930pm except to start getting ready for the AM. Coffee and cat's box anyway.. I don't plan to go in, in fact, I've already called the sub line, so I don't need to fret about a costume. I'll get up, get thru' the shower and take the truck down for an oil change and get those folk to look over the exhaust system. There seems to be a leak somewhere. Ah.. strike a formerly familiar pose.. feet up on the huge desk w/the k'board in my lap. The wireless is really good for that. So.. am I afraid of the noise or afraid of the quiet?
Why does it hafta be fear?
It's something Glynda suggested.
Ahhh, the wise one. Yeah, It's good to have her back, but.. well she's.
She says she's fine but she's not.. imean she.
What?
I dunno. It IS good to have her back where I can see her. Glynda was slippin' away before the tragedy, now she's nearly absent.. and I don't know how to bring her back. I suppose that she doesn't want to BE back.
You definitely need to get back into therapy. Yeah, I won't argue that point; the thing is, I don't know what I want to get from therapy.
Well, for a while, there's that hole that's going to open when school ends and you lose contact w/George and Glynda. And, y'know Glynda will be gone forever. Yeah, but ibetcha it'll be easier to bear than losing "her replacement."
You crack me up.
I'm glad you're so easily amused.
Sometimes it needs to be that way.
I could easily dope up and go to bed.
It'd probably be easier to get bedded rcnow than after the girls get back. I didn't and I haven't. I'm going to clip this chunk, close the spot and move to the relative actual em doc, oh nine.
And so I have, sort of. The relative actual thing refs to the way I've started keeping the "master" doc on my desktop and occasionally backing that version onto the j'drive. Yeah.. and the relative last time I tried to back up the files between the two j'drives I got seriously frustrated and it didn't get done. There's simply too much clutter.
FUCK ! ! I absolutely can't believe it's after 130AM again. Didn't this happen yesterday, too? Well, I s'pose that I'll load up the Dambien and try to follow the chemical trail into Slumberland. I know worse things have happened and now that I think about it, it's not even nearly the worst that's happened in.. ohh.. the last twelve hours.
Are you going to take the pill or not?
Yeah. How are we set for frames?
Frames, really, you want to mess w/THAT? Fine. Y'like the ten or fifteen?
I'll almost always pick the fifteen.
Ready when you are.
1) click. So Michelle finds that gesture distracting. Ahhh, that's JUST a shame. I'll tell y/what's distracting and that's what happens when you forget what's s'posed to be
2) going on and hit the return key instead. Yeah, that's less fun than usual.. MUCH less fun than usual. SO.. yeah.. so.. got the Stones in the shuffle Playin' w/Fire.
3) Or somethinglke that. Yeah and there's the shift.. the really slow shift. Sounds like maybe something live. I know this song. Yeah I bet you do. I can't pick it up yet.. can't immedia
4) whoops I missed my drop trying to identify the guitar. Ahh, it'll be all right. Could it be Zappa? I'm sure it could be,
5) but I kinda don't think so. It's more likely to be Satriani. Yeah, I could believe that. I may hafta give up a few seconds and bring up the MediaPlayer screen to see what's
6) going on. Yeah.. it took about a minute and it WAS Zappa. Now the Stones have come back w/Brown Sugar. This is not going to make a good read. Oh
7) please, if you haven't learned by NOW that it's not always going to be sparkling and erudite then you really are bound for .. well another load of disappointment and heartbreak.
8) Another? Have I already gone thru' that.. stuff? Um, don't bug me, I came to play and you seem to be bent on harshing my buzz, which reminds me
9) very little that you forgot to put the Dambien in and it's going go be after twoAM when we get done w/this exercise. Quit your
10) belly achin' the pill's in and Neil's on. Ibetcha can't name that tune. Yeah, sure I can, it's JUST gonna take a minnit or few 'til the tit rolls
11) around. I think it's prob'ly from the Living W/War thing.. Going Home. I think it's from Broken Arrow. You're
12) both wrong, it's Going Home, but it's from Are You Passionate. Wow, it doesn't sound like the other songs on that disc @ all. Heh, aint that great. One more reason to like the man.
13) yeah. I know I've listened to ..Passionate about a zillion times for Don't Tell and Mr Disappointment. And somehow got THAT sound all
14) associated w/the record.. so I didn't recognize this tune, which I sorta clearly know, as being from that collection. Do you recognize that the fifteenth line is looming near?
15) Yeah, very near.. like, write up on the assembled us. So.. yeah, that was fun, it nearly always is and I reckon that's why I keep doing it and
ding

and recommending it to others. And they seem NEVER to get it. Well, it's likely an acquired taste, like the anticonvention and if you don't do it a few times, then y'never acquire the taste for the wild and crazy funs found in or w/my toy.
You know what I want, now, doncha?
Yeah, you want to do the edit run and post this.
Wow, you know me so well. Why am I not surprised.
I think that was my line.
Oooh, there's Annie & Eurhythmics. .The King and Queen of America. That is SUCH a good tune.. we two are one she sed.

I don't see how I could ever lose sight of the inbox counter from the relative here in the compost spot, but it seems to happen regularly. I'll try to keep an eye on it for a while. The plan is to sit and fill a line or several in the drafty compose block of the Gspot. As I sit @ the huge desk, already not looking forward to the school gig in the morrow, the borders of this box seem quite well defined, but I sorta expect them to change. Maybe that suspicious shift comes when I close and reopen the hole. I can't stay long, it's 924pm; I'll be getting doped and crawling under the mask w/in the hour ibetcha. On the way to the gates of Slumberland, there are or is, almost of course the familiar trio of tasks.. coffee costume and cats' box that must be tended. That seldom takes more than 20min.. but I want to round up one of my plastic chess sets. I got a note from George indicating that my group won't be testing in the morrow. One of the guys, I'm certain, will bring his set and from what I've seen in past sessions, there's enough interest in the game to keep @ least half the room settled w/the supplemental set. But that doesn't look like it's going to happen; I made a search of the premises.. Jen helped.. and the spare chess men weren't found. Soooo, ireckoni will get the coffee and cat's box taken care of - I did the costume selection - and prepare to medicate and fade away. I hope for a 1030pm meet w/the mask. Okay, this is what I was talking about when I came in, I'm @ the relative bottom of the typing area, actually pushing the top few lines out of sight and I can still see the inbox thingy. I knew it was s'posed to work that way. I'm going to guess that on some previous visit to this spot, I'd scrolled too far down the page. By 1017pm the pill is in. That's probably a tiny bit later than i woulda picked or the 1030pm fade, but, really, any socalled time before elevenpm has to be regarded w/guarded optimism considering how much I've slept during the relative last two days and particularly in light of the fact that I've been out of bed for less than twelve hours today. Oh.. I forgot the pm meds.. let's go get that done, eh. Mmmmm, there's the dope, um, starting to muddle my synapses; I much confess that I like that distinctive and peculiar sensation. I've been hanging out in the G'spot in case a late mess from Txmi came in; I guess I'll use some of MY precious min to see if she's done another posting @ her blog w/out commenting on mine. It's such a petty complaint, I've been doing exactly the same thing @ LJ for a couple or three years.. posting and even actually browsing my Friends page w/out commenting. Alas, there's 1030pm and I'm feeling much inclined to get reclined for a few hours. Say good night, Ken.
g'nite, Ken.
Heh, watching the in spot from a room that's not my own. I sent out dings to George and.. Martha, but really, I'm not counting on either responding. My sweet wife went out, after I went to bed, and bought me a cheap chess/checkers/backgammon set. I've got some min between chess matches and lunch and.. well, you know how it is, this seemed like the thing to do. It's easier and less obtrusive than the ink stream. I know. I already tried the pen gig. Plus, it's easier for me to kinda keep an eye on what's going on in the room when I'm not "focused on the page." I came to play; I even brought the li'l mp3 which relative currently is running Dangerbird thru' the hedfones. I'm.. I guess I'm unnecessarily anxious; I prob'ly ought to medicate. It's the easy fix, Glynda would be appalled, let's not tell her. Ah crap.. got barely past tenAM and the group is starting to show maybe terminally restless indications. Hey, Martha dinged back. I may be able to get a truly distractive converse going for a li'l while. Hah! I stepped away to write a rr pass and when I came back I hit the spacebar to get back on track and it shifted the screen. Hang on M's responding..
Home sweet home. The pm shift was very nearly awful. I'm sure w/out the medicinal fortifications I'd installed early, it would been spectacularly unpleasant. But I got out and made it home so I can put my feet up on the huge desk and act like it never happened. In truth, it bodes ill for tomorrow and the whole process bodes ill for the chances of having NFHS around next year. There's no question, rcnow, that iota be working on apps for New Caney and (shudder) Humble. Crap. THAT is going to suck. I need to get a freakin' resume together in addition to the app scramble. I sooo don't want to be thinking about any of that shit. That's the kinda ideations that will send me running for the escape under the mask. How 'bout this.. I'll go have a bowl of cereal or chicken dumpings and then go play in the front yard for a while.. 'til Jen comes out and disturbs the meditation anyway.
Dude.
Ahhhh, don't start anything.
I was JUST sayin'..
I was JUST sayin' don't.
Fine, be that way.
I will; it is.
So, um, ready for bed?
Yeah, I think I've been ready for an hour or so but JUST got around to droppin' the pill.
I thought you told the page, earlier, that the manic had burned to a cusp.
Yeah, I prob'ly did say something like that but I also said that I'm not a reliable judge of what's going on w/how I feel.. plus, I'm waaaay tired after the ride home and not going to bed 'til after daybreak.
But it still seems to take the med to push you to the bed.
Let's JUST say I'm hedging my bets.
Okay, so when are you moving?
Write away, I reckon.

Wow, haven't done THIS in a while, typing into the oh nine file instead of putting in the thoughts on compost spot and moving it.. I had an Ambien in my hand a minute ago, I guess I swallowed it. That was the intent; it's 1043pm and I sorta wish I'd gotten to bed about an hour ago. I didn't get any of the stuff I'd wanted to do done this evening. I came in and napped for a couple of hours and then went Krogering w/Jen.. picked up some cheap chicken.. pretty much shot the time I might've used to update the gradebook online and see about some other school tasks. Man, I hate being in this place where all I seem to be able to think about is school when I'm not @ school.. and most especially @ or near bedtime. Oh well.. that's the way it is. I am still running kinda manic, that's sort of a source of concern. I get a little brittle, late, and that's what's prompted the observation that I'm on a cusp.. phase shifting.. I'm not pleased w/..me, I guess. I haven't been sharing w/the slashettes and they haven't been sharing w/me and.. I don't much care for that either. And.. now I'm.. well I don't want to say I'm fretting about having a post next year, but, honestly, that's really where the anxious is headed. There's faculty meeting tomorrowpm that ought to give somekinda answers, @ least it was touted that way in the announcements today. Ahh, there's the dope in my mind. That should provide the impetus to get the k'board out of my lap and my head under the mask innafew min. Maybe by elevenpm, about six min away.. almost for sure before 1115pm. Let's take some of the precious compost min and do a quick edrun and select a chunk to send to the slashettes.. see if I can get some converses started, maybe even get some texts comin' my way again. I've got a feeling.. a feeling deep inside, oh yeah.. I've got a feeling that I need to reach out to get out.
Ah... me. I got a note from George asking for more Ken. It kinda threw me for a loop because @ first I thought it was Tu making the request; she'd been the relative last responder on a mass mailing. Well, that's still way cool and I'm glad that SOMEONE wants to read my tired ramblings.
So I sent him a pile and a promise to send more, yay.
So, I'm wondering not really why I'm having such a hard time committing the albatross story to page or screen. Let's make the easy (and wrong) assumption that it's because it's ALL so well documented already. Okay, you don't like that one, how 'bout that thing about not being able to find a place to start.
I spent LOTSA min browsing the em archives, found the em tee trans doc which has been on my mind a lot as i struggle w/the bird thing and it, or they (there ARE two of them) are still very highly charged. I hope they always will be.. um, I went looking for an account of the cheap chicken tale. and didn't find that. I did find a helluva doc that'd been cheesed nicely I found plenty of stuff that reminds me what a terribly deep and complex story is the albatross. So that's the way that went. I'll maybe go back to the attempt I'd started in Auspicious. When I worked up the relative last grand funk, I was trying to get the tome run into those lines.
Feet up on the huge desk and expecting to fall over unconscious momentarily.. of course that's NOT going to happen. So, Auspi and oh nine are both @ or near 70 pgs. That might be a sign, as the edit we head for another likely breaking spot to start.. well, the noise is ALWAYS about combing the archives for the precious and germinal nuggets.. Maybe after I get Ariel's text shipped back. There's still a TON of stuff I want to do w/my c'room kids and Shakespeare. They're learning more than they could imagine about the structure of the plays and.. yeah.. When I get into the videogame ops, they really shine and MOST will pick up a couple hundred points JUST for paying attention. The game's a hit, but it always IS after the first show.

1) Let's try this.. I'm pretty sure that it's the fifteen min model and that I've got another one.. I know there's only ONE ten.. but let's all keep hoping for another min or few that this isn't it. Watching watching I guess that was the move
2) we'll pick that one, it's easier to see. Eleven got by and evidently, I'm not in bed or in the bedward mode.
3) I'm sure I could explain that if pressed, but suffice it to say that this STILL isn't the best medium to coax me into bed. The pen
4) is much better. Oh well. So.. t'morrow @ school.. remind all classes about the six weeks essay and pitch the deal one more time..all classes OUGHT to be playing the game for big points and
5) that seems to keep them scarily focused. . better go in w/a supplemental chip of the chill pill Everything works if you let it
6) Six.. I guess we'll make it. I'd nearly be glad to stop @ ten, except I know there's only one clean ten frame and I don't want to
7) be making another one. The Thu ought to go well, got the kids mostly excited about the game and the ones that are getting it are really good. The ones that are shaky @ least are good enough to get help from the more adroit stoonts and get it in time for the window to be open. It was thirty seconds for most of today, we'll go to 20 tomorrow and keep the points @ 20. I think some of these kids will MAKE their six weeks on the game. That's not awful.. it will give them somekinda understanding of the
8) whoops understanding of the narrative structure of the plays.
9) I'm glad it devised the tool and.. well, what can I say.. it works really really well for what I designed it to do. And here comes the moment of truth. It looks like
10) I may be in the solitary ten frame.. that's not the worst thing that's happened.. not even the worst that's happened today, but I will hafta create a new one if I want to do it again.

After midnight.. oh well. I had a couple of hours of nap.. I'll call it two and I might still get four annhaf hours of aided slumbers before heading out in the morrow. I'll call it six annahaf for the mood record. I'm glad that txmi directed me that site, @ least in the short term, it's interesting and I'm interested in keeping the chart up. Of course, that's likely to fall by the wayside @ the first blush of a depressive slide; I guess we'll all find out more or less together. For all I know, the entries will be the thing that keeps me hanging on when the dreaded drop comes. Yeah, when, not if. Well, that's enough of the streamin' relief for a short while. Maybe the kids will let me catch my breath tomorrow.. not likely. For a couple of days, they've been keen to play my video game for lots of points.

Late? Yeah, I suppose it is; it's after midnite, Sat imean Sun 3-17-09 @ 1209AM. I'm getting, honestly, a tad anxious to hear from txmi. It's been about five days since I sent her a pile of Ken.. specifically the geek stuff, and haven't heard back from her. On the plus side, I've heard from a couple of sources that I've got book(s) on the way thru' the mail. AND Ariel's sent pt 4 down for final touches and tweaks. It's a beauty, but who'd ever expect any less? Ahhhh.. what can I say? 123AM, I reckon iota put the Ambien in. The little crash seems like it came and went. I wept thru' the the end of Reparations early.. moped thru' a converse w/Nan.. well, I went all maudlin talking to her about Glynda leaving.. and then I let the untend send me running for the mask. I feel much better rc now about thru' the morrow and ibetcha I'll have the school stuff mostly under control by the socalled time I get under the mask Sunpm. W/a little somethinglike luck, Jen and I will get the gutters finished, too. I've kept the machine on most of the day hoping I'd hear from txmi.. didn't happen.. had a ..wooo head rush, yay Ambien.. um, had a good chat w/Tess. I guess it was good. I mean. well I seem to have spent a considerable portion of the converses w/Tess and Nan remembering the Brook. Well, what can I say, those was some rilly good days. It won't ever be the same. That old gang of mine has moved away.. except George. That's been.. comfortably constant; even thru' the intense weird that I wrought w/the geek. I think Glynda asked about that when we (she & I) were visiting in her room Thu or Fri.. whether he'd ever said anything about any of the .. stuff, either in real socalled time as it was happening or ref to how it got developed into the story. He hasn't. Friends, loves.. mindfucks and heart aches.
I think you're past ready to get masked.
I'm sure you're write, but I'd like to sit and see how long I can, um
sustain interest? I think THAT ship has sailed.
I want to know how long I can sit and seem to have fun w/the k'board..
wellemmesuggest dropping down into a frame and seein' how that goes.
Yeah I could go for that. You know we don't keep frames in the G spot. That means we'll hafta fetch one up from the Oh nine doc.
Well, if we MUST fetch one, it really only makes sense to bring a couple.
You are a fine one to be talking sense.. but we did get a nice array of frames brought over w/surprisingly little trouble.
We got a ten anna pair of fifteens.
I was really surprised to see the ten; I thought it'd been toasted a while ago.
well, if you're looking for a recommendation
I'm not.
Give the Ten a shot.
I think I want to paste the ten up.
I think I want to watch.
It looks so SMALL. Are you SURE that’s ten?
Rub it a bit, it'll get longer.
1) Got Joni playin' For Free. . good tune winding down w/that clarinet. it could be an alto sax. I think it's a clarinet. here comes the first
2) jump and it times out nicely w/the song shit. Maybe Journey, for sure something I don't recognize right away. It's no biggie. the point, i think i had one was that I was so definitely not ready to get to bed and be so close to Jen and fear that I'd cause her to
3) i'm pretty sure i missed the mark there.. somewhere. fretting about following my sweet
4) wife into bed and feeling unwelcomed there. Tough stuff that I'm not equipped to discuss.
5) well, THIS gig is past the halfway point, that oughta offer some relief. What it really does is make me want to go browsing in the archives
6) for a shit load of touchy angstish lines. There's Bowie.. Young Americans,
7) so, now you think you want to go play in the archives all night.
8) No, dude, that's not really in the field of possibilities. it's bedtime. find a good spot under the mask and come back for some early funs in five or
9) six hours. We'll be waiting. Hit your late Advair and move thataway.
10) line ten, eh. Yeah, that's the one we've been looking for. fine, make my good byes for me. Goodnite, Ken,
Hmmm, I'll try to remember that I've got that fifteen stuck down there.. it's a bit of an anomaly to have something like that hanging around the bottom of the compost spot. I s'pose that when I moved it from the oh nine it seemed like the thing to do. ANYHOW, it's TueAM and I'm in my c'room w/JUST a few min before the kids come in. Today's the first day in a plenty long time that I didn't chip the chill pill before leaving the house. It's a good day I reckon.. hope it stays mainly grand.
wow.. okay, gettin' kinda long but it'll move JUST fine ibetcha. Ahh, nevermind. I'm sittin' in a noisy classroom of my own making and not especially pleased about how I feel. Hmmm, How DO I feel? Not especially anxious, prob'ly a little bit. I guess I'd tab it as baseline on the mood chart.. and maybe run down a mild shot of depression 'cause I sure couldn't say it wasoris elation. The sleep number's going to be low again.. less than five. I don't mind but it gives easy rise to the escapist nap which always takes too long. I'm ready to start faking my thru' the untend.
Okay.. meds first. . and I want to go do the mood chart innabit. I was reaching for the clipboard.. the Auspi doc.. but elected to go for the rapid compost. I reckon I'm running a bit manic.. nice change from a tad depressed. Sleep's completely screwed, of course.. long, like three or four hour naps in the pm after school the past couple of days.. it's Thu 3-21-09, and very little snoozes after dark. For the charting purposes I'm calling it a combined five annahaf hours. Um what else. Oh yeah, contract got signed today; that oughta make Jen feel some better. Glynda signed, too I think.. JUST in case, "life is so unpredictable" she sed. I said YAY ! ! hope springs eternal. AND training day tomorrow, so no class, that oughta be great funs. Have all the untend taken care of.. oh yeah.. up last night getting the pile reduced to zero AND watched Brokeback Mountain w/Jen. Heh. If you don't know why that’s a grin.. yeah.. ask, I guess. In the relative here and now, I'm going to go outside and mess w/gutters and yard shit @ least 'til Jen comes home and makes me stop. The girls are @ the church, I think, getting VBS rooms(s) ready.

What must be shall be.. That's a certain text. Y'like that? It's Romeo and Juliet.. okay, Friar Lawrence to Julie in Act IV scene i. It seemed like a good place to start; I was thinking about Glynda and particularly the possibility, tho' certainly remote, that she'd be around next term. We finally got to sign contracts today and she signed, too, I think. It's way more likely that she'll NOT return.. but it's also pretty unlikely that I won't hear from her again after the end of school, a greater fear. What else is news? Well, there's the definite dearth of ink being run out. I set a few lines in Auspi @ Krishna's office Wedpm but I don't think I've touched the biggo n'book since I got it back from Glynda a couple of weeks ago.. got a training day t'morrow to keep me out of classes.. a holiday Mon. I'm counting on using a large part of that interval getting the first slow read of Ariel's pt4 done. Yeah buddy! By Satpm.. actually SatAM, I'd finished the first slow read AND sent it back.. now she's touched up the text.. mainly hitting the typos that distracted me.. and sent it back. So I could get in ANOTHER slow weepy read of Reparations before I go back to school, Tue. Maybe, it could happen. Hang on, despite working in the G spot, I'm going to open MediaPlayer and see if I can do this w/out breaking something. Y'know what.. I think I'll do the restart and then see how it goes.

It's JUST too weird. I seem to be feeling okay, but when I come in and find no new messes I'm crushed and angry and I want to go take a nap. I sent a spewed chunk out to six or seven grrls yesterpm and haven't gotten a single strike back. It's been, gee I'd say fifteen hours or so. I hate having my sense of well-being tied to that tenuous external gratification.. no it's not gratification.. external affirmation. I am in a psychic place where NOT getting those strokes makes me feel like I don't DESERVE notice.. it's that "I'm not worthy" bullshit and I know it's false and it's like the anger over the empty inbox.. I *know* that's not an appropriate response but it's real. Okay, it's real for me; it's the feeling I'm filtering everything else thru' because stuff coming into that inbox.. that stray affirmation is THE most important thing in the world to me rc now. How fucked up is that? Yeah, it's quite damn fucked up and almost of course, knowing it's a screwed up mindset doesn't make it any less abhorrent.. and it doesn't do a whole lot to get me OUT of that sorry space.
So, I did a little distractive tasking, loading up the li'l mp3. For a little while that'll make the machine a bit more fun as I won't be having the MediaPlayer open and MAYBE the toy will run some better.. some faster. Still, it's nearly SUSPICIOUS that I've gone three days or so w/out a note coming into the box. I don't know that I've even had anything except MY notes coming in from the MoodTracker since Thupm.. spooky spooky.
And promises of someday make his dreams that's where the salt breeze swept in when I heard Circle Game thispm.. I've loaded it onto the mp3 and that's like the last line of the first or second verse.. the ten yr-old maybe.
Hang on, I know there's some stuff in the compost spot.. lemme go bring that in.

Damn, I don't when there's been a drought like this, but I'm sure it's happened once or twice before. No new messages. I -did- entice txmi in for ONE reply last night, but she couldn't be coaxed into sustaining the converse w/the needy maniac. And the slashette crew has completely ignored me since I sent my post out, um.. I think it was Thupm. RCnow it's Monpm and.. wow. I'm glad I bit that chill pill or I'd prob'ly NOT be faring too well.
WedAM and into a part of the sked that I truly despise, the fake block w/no exams, simply kids held in classrooms idly for a couple of hours. Today, my 5th period crew will spend nearly all day w/me, two hours in the morning (Senior exam sked) as well as their usual hour annahaf. I sent out a few "feeler" notes to see if any of my usual correspondents will chat me up. Yeah, sort of, George jumped in, and I caught, um, Martha @ home, -and- I've managed to draw Glynda in! So that was school. It was okay. Martha and I ran a couple of strings forth and back thirty times or so; she gave me plenty to read.
Would it be out of line for me to mention the naming thing?
Nah, I s'pose I noticed it, too. Martha.
Suddenly comfortable?
Umm.. not really. I think it has something to do w/the way the converse w/txmi developed. I can tell you for a fact that little bitty shit whips up the salt breeze.
Like today.