, snarling, "DADDY! DADDY!" in a horrid Exorcist!baby voice,
Hee. Sorry, JZ, it must have sucked to live through, but that cracked my shit UP.
ND, wow. Mass of awfulness. I feel so bad for you; such unfairness.
GRONK. Coffee: 1 cup down. Slept till 12:44, with mondo bizarro dreams of losing my car and a tornado chasing me and troupe of local actors into a Gothic theatre/coke-den and trying to move out of an apartment with my best friend while not having a phone and trying to find my car and panicking, also, falling into a slimy lily-pad pond in the back yard.
I DID find my car in the dream, and then I woke up.
I feel like someone beat me all night long (all night! all night....all night long... WHOOOO! Go, Lionel Richie, in my head!)
After starting a new teaching job Monday (I've been off, due to surgery and summer since May 5th) the long, hard week culminated with working all day Thursday, and having to get up at 2 am to get on a charter bus at 3 am and drive to St.Louis with all my new co-workers at close quarters for a regional conference full of PEP and VERVE and theory-no practical workshops full of shit I already know. I was excited like whoa by this, as I am sure you can imagine.
Said day to be finished my a 4 hour bus trip through Friday rush hour traffic back to KC. Yay.
About 45 minutes into the trip home, the bus I was one started to get stuffy. I thought I was the only one noticing, but I thought it was just me. Well, about 1/2 later, we all learned that the AC was broken. We pulled off, and were presented with the option of waiting 3 hours for another bus to get to us and then driving the rest of the way home, or shuffling 6 people onto the other bus, and trudging sweatily homeward. Well, all of us just wanted to get the hell home, so sweat it was.
Oh, no open window -- charter bus, safety glass thingies, you know.
I got home at 8:45, a sodden ball of exhaustion, ate some food, drank a HUGE glass of water and dropped into bed for 12 hours of weird dreams.
It was a thing.