I can't get to sleep. Stupid fever. Every time I get to sleep, I wake up within an hour, either shivering or drenched in sweat. Add or subtact layers of pajamas and blankets, get back to sleep, repeat.
I SO am not going to be an effective teacher tomorrow. I'm trying to figure out whether my students will be more mad if I expose them to whatever I've got or if I cancel the review session tomorrow, the day before a test. I think they'd be more mad about the canceled review session.
Um, Hil? You're the teacher. Make the test later this week?
Hec, your quoting of
The Crow
(not quothing, which is rightly applied to ravens) has me chasing down Ted Hughes' collected works.
What's Slings And Arrows?
Alas, Gris, a continent separates us. You're in California, right?
I'm a writer...I need private time.
Maybe I just want a well-read cabana boy.
And, occasionally a dark-haired girl in leather pants, for variety's sake.
Alas, Gris, a continent separates us. You're in California, right?
Pfft. This is no barrier to flirting. Just inappropriate touching.
I can't get to sleep. Stupid fever. Every time I get to sleep, I wake up within an hour, either shivering or drenched in sweat.
Aww, Hil, that sucks. BTDT, and hated it. Take some tylenol??
Isn't Gris in NYC? Zenkitty, there may yet be hope!
Erin, we should TOTALLY be long-distance dating. :) Though I think ideally I'd be long distance dating someone who was either (a) within driving range, just a little far (5 hours? can't do it spur of the moment one night, but OK for a weekend), or (b) a frequent/cheap plane ride away (Chicago?)
What? Half the world?
Well, I suppose you'd know it'd be too much work for me to fly for a whole day to boil your bunny rabbit, after the fact.
Um, Hil? You're the teacher. Make the test later this week?
No, I'm the teaching assistant. I really can't change it.
I hadn't thought of tylenol. I don't think I have any, but I've got some advil. I'll give that a try. (I'm already on mucinex and benadryl, and that combination usually puts me right to sleep, but tonight, nsm.)
What? Half the world? Well, I suppose you'd know it'd be too much work for me to fly for a whole day to boil your bunny rabbit, after the fact.
Or, indeed, before the fact. (Breaks the ice at parties!)
Biyi and I watched our wedding DVD last night. I'm probably fortunate that Biyi wasn't offended at me laughing through much of it. Oh, and apparently the host of the reception referred to my dad's fiancee as my mother (nuh and uh), said I was from Canada (and excused it on the grounds that Canada and Australia aren't that far from each other), and called me fat. I am so not booking him for my next wedding.