It's totally him.

sj, I'm glad the meeting went well. I haz my fingers crossed for you guys.

I cringed in sympathy, Anne. Holy carp.

Jilli, Kara said to tell you that she is SO jealous of you getting to hang out with Gaiman. Greg DIDN'T say that he's totally jealous of you for getting to hang out with Amanda Palmer (on account of I was sitting right there), but he was.

I'm so sorry smonster.

{{{smonster}}}

The insomnia fairy is visiting tonight, but I think I know why. This has been an emotional roller coaster 2-3 days and I think it's catching up to me. Excuse me for a moment while I mind dump. Maybe it will making the f-ing fairy go away.

Thursday at my speech team practice, a couple of my kids mentioned that one of my students, S, had not been at school for a couple of days and wondered what was up. Our contest was today, so they were worried about her being ready for the competiton. I don't have her in class, just after school. So, I dug up the email address I had on her and emailed to see how she was doing. I got an email back from her mom telling me to talk to the social worker at school but that she would tell S we were asking about her. She said S was sorry to have missed speech team practice as it was the only part of school she liked.

So, I talked to the social worker Friday morning before school and S was hospitalized due to a suicide threat as well as threats to injure her sister and cat. The girl's home life if terrible, to put it mildly, and things over the summer went to hell in a handbasket for her and I think it all caught up to her. My heart just about broke for the girl.

Then, during first period on Friday, I'm taking attendence and look out and see one of my 8th grade boys all upset. I as if he's okay and he shakes his head no. I take him out to the hall and ask him what's wrong and he just breaks down in sobs. So, I'm standing in the hallway hugging a 14 year old boy who's a good 7 inches taller than me while he cries like the little boy he is. I ask him what's going on and he says that he just misses his dad so much (his dad passed away a couple of years ago). So, my heart breaks for the second time in about 30 minutes.

Friday during lunch, I'm working with 3 girls from my speech team when I get the email that my play is going to be published. Very exciting and I was totally bouncing off the walls for several hours over that.

Today was our speech contest. I get to school about 7:10 and sit in my car eating oatmeal (the school is alarmed on the weekends and I can't get in the building) waiting for the bus to come around 7:35. We were going to leave around 7:40 for the tournament. By 7:40, all my kids are there, but no bus. By 7:50, I start panicking because I don't have any numbers for admin on me. I ended up texting everyone I work with who I have numbers for asking for an admin's number. I finally get it around 8:05. I call the vice principal and thank God she answers. She picked up saying, "Hey, Kathy. How's it going?" I was so relieved that I finally got someone who might be able to help, I almost started crying and said, "I'm not doing very good at all." And tell her about the bus situation. She says she'll make some calls.

Of course, by now it's too late to get a bus to get us there (the tournament was about 30 minutes away and started at 9am), so I frantically ask the kids who has minivans and to sstart calling parents to see who can come back to school so we can carpool 40 kids. I wrangle enough parents in about 15 minutes. I start packing kids into cars based on which round they will be competing in so I can get the ones who will be competing first there the earliest. I was the last car to leave my school and got to the tournament at about 8:55.

On the way there, I got a call that a bus would come and pick us up from the tournament at 12:30 to take us back. Yay!

The kids did a fantastic job and I was so very proud of them.

It has been a few days of some real ups and downs and my psyche needs a bit of a relaxing break.

And, I've also started dating this new guy who makes me feel a way I haven't felt in a really long time. He's sweet and kind and smart and really fascinating. Every time after we talk, I want to know more about him and the way he thinks. So, he's been on my mind a lot which is lovely but he's only helping the insomnia fairy do her job.

Sorry about that marathon mind dump. I guess a lot HAS been on my hamster wheel of a brain.

Wow, ChiKat, that is a whole helluva lot. I'm so sorry about your students and all they are going through. But congrats about your play (woo!), and new guy, and I'm glad you were able to get all your students to the tournament. Dang!

Hope you can get some sleep.

Oh! Let me tell you about my shallow moment of glee from last night: Neil Gaiman told me he liked the pink streaks in my hair, and said they were very fetching.

Jilli's shallow moments of glee are strangely more exciting than mine! FUN!

smonster! I left my phone at Francie's house and just now discovered it! If you texted me, I have not been ignoring your; I lost my phone and I am a little drunkish.

I am sorry to heat this; there is nothing wrong with YOU, you haven't met the right person at the right time for you yet. I know it sucks to hear and to feel, as I felt it for YEARS and I was so fucking tired of it. So the only words I have really don't help much -- I've heard them -- but remember I'm HBIC and I'm right when I say you are fun and cute and awesome and it's ok that something doesn't work it; it doesn't mean nothing will ever work out.

Um. That's my tispy diatribe. Brought to you by Cupcake Shiraz. Which was good. And it's nice out, and I very much like a cool evening, red wine buzz. It's been too long.

Anne, your story had me clutching my boobs in sympathy. Yeouch.

CHiKat, what a clusterfuck of a week. Ups and downs. Have some Fernet And enjoy that feeling of "OMG, gee gosh maybe?" It's awfully fun. And if you have to have insomnia, that's a better reason than most all others!

Even when tispy, Erin is still HBIC and right. Most specifically about this:

I'm right when I say you are fun and cute and awesome and it's ok that something doesn't work it; it doesn't mean nothing will ever work out

And also this:

enjoy that feeling of "OMG, gee gosh maybe?" It's awfully fun. And if you have to have insomnia, that's a better reason than most all others!

That's EXACTLY how I'm feeling right now. And it isn't bad reason for insomnia. And, I get to see him tomorrow, so that doesn't suck either.

(Please note: I reread my previous mind dump and saw all the typos that I am going to attribute to the lateness of the hour and leave for posterity. I realy kan spel beter then that.)

I misspelled some stuff too. But not edit. ANARCHY! Going to tipsy window shop on the Internet, until I go to sleep. In a little but, after I drink this water and gace-mace...wask.

WASH MY GODDANM FACE>

Oh, god.

Hee. You guys are cute. I'm more tired than tipsy right now and I think you're still more coherent than I am.

ChiKat, that was a hell of a rollercoaster, I'm not surprised your brain won't let you rest right now. I've got a link for you: [link] It's billed as the most relaxing music in the world.

smonster, listen to the HBIC! She is wise and smart and has the smoothest butt in the world. She knows shit, okay? And listen to the music, too.

Sail, I listened to that music and it was a bit relaxing at first but then it just got annoying.

And now there is cat sex going on outside my window. That's not really relaxing, eitiher.

Gah, cat sex! Bad cats, go somewhere else.

I found the music did go through an annoying phase, but then it just kind of blended into this drone that was pleasant and ended. Eh, I guess it works for some people, we're just not those people.