last night was rough. Work was crazy, frustrating, draining; barren. I woke feeling hung-over. And it's time to go back. I don't want to whine, I don't want to take responsibility, I don't want to feel this way.
reX looks like he has a hard-on. Such a sweet boy, a sleeping innocent. He says things like "post standard time" when referring to his own time zone, and on his show the other night: he's grateful for the teaching he's been able to do even though "I've never been form.. fomal.. foramly.. formularly trained as a teacher." Gene corrected him, but reX didn't care if he didn't say it 'right'. I just love him.
Now I'm late. Whatever it is I have to say, I don't want to hear it, because I've been doing nothing but babbling and screwing-up scripts. Javascripts.
bye
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