which is this small batch stuff I get at the barbershop

How exactly do I bribe Paul to take a picture of you in the barber chair anyway?

Can't check pictures now since I'm still at work for a bit more, but I know you're all very pretty. 'Cuz, hello, Buffistas.

Crossing my fingers that they offer you more cash, meara.

I think I may have to stop and get some coffee before I head home. I am seriously ready to fall asleep on my desk. I always seem to forget how utterly exhausting this whole teaching gig can be.

How exactly do I bribe Paul to take a picture of you in the barber chair anyway?

I'm pretty certain no photography is allowed in there.

I'm pretty certain no photography is allowed in there.

Pete with a sketchpad?

You are asking about lunchtime activities after 2pm. WTF. Lunch was a while ago.

I eat lunch at my desk, and then go do productive things after everyone's cleared out of the store and/or gym. I went to the gym, BTW. Must look buff for FSF!

This is my stuff: [link]

Huh. I think I used to use Grease repackaged for the salon I went to in MSP. That stuff was the BOMB, and it had little toys inside!

Skip skip skip.

I managed to go for a bike ride today. Yay me! And I have oodles of time tomorrow to go again.

Andi, are there particular flavors your group likes/dislikes? I have not yet baked with my agave syrup, but I'm more than willing to bite the bullet for you. Mmm, dessert.

Now for yesterday's Eureka, then laundromat.

I always seem to forget how utterly exhausting this whole teaching gig can be.

I think it's like childbirth. Summer hits, and you repress it, so you will go through it again. BUt I hear you. Last night I was DROOLINGLY tired.

Tonight I have to prep for teaching Chekhov and Bierce. I just finished Duras and HAwthorne. Short story units for both my seniors and juniors...although I cheated and taught an excerpt of "The Lover."

I'm such a weird-ass teacher. I can't believe I taught Duras. I am fucking crazy. Although we had some excellent discussions from it, the non-linear writing drove many students nuts.

Also, i/2 of my senior now think of Marguerite Duras as that "ugly-ass French ho." Le sigh.

I applied to 2 schools, got into both, rejected a scholarship and going to one because I followed a boy to college (who ended up not even going there) and have zero regrets about my choice, even though it was far from a top-notch school. I met most of my best friends in the world there, we are still supatight and I had a fucking blast. Also had some great profs in my profession.

Hated high school with a fiery blazing hate like unto the heart of a nuclear blast...which is why I am again spending 8+ hours a day at high school.

I am Prom advisor this year. Kill. Me. NOW.

I am Prom advisor this year. Kill. Me. NOW.

::wishes Erin had planned my prom::

d! did you take the part of the path you wanted to explore? did that fella ever call you for a date?

I am Prom advisor this year. Kill. Me. NOW.

And the F2F is in the midwest next year. Hmmm...

I like the way Tom is thinking...