My pirated (aaargh, Pam) wireless is weakish today, so I just drove silly far to drink coffee and write and do work at a coffeehouse far from my home. I like it here, and there's nowhere comparable near my home. So I drove. Now I'm here, bathed in sunshine, as you can see.
I have a strange relationship with my new apartment. All week long I feel like I'm there just long enough to fling things around and I wish I could send more time there. Then the weekend comes and I know I should get stuff done at home, but I just want to be out among people. Real adult people. With skin and everything else that real people have.
It's like I only want to be there when I'm supposed to be at work. When I'm not supposed to be at work, I want a total change of scenery, maybe another identity altogether.
I had a headache near that one lumpy spot on my cranium this morning. It was a caffeine withdrawal headache! Yea. My favorite kind!
I hesitate to mention it, but there is a student who sits near my feet every day when we're at the carpet and sniffs my shoes. An actual quote from this boy: "Ms. G_____, your shoes today smell just like the boots you were wearing yesterday."
Well, I guess what can I expect when I wear these boots to school?
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