"Your resentment is delicious."

I feel restless.

Not only that, but I actually feel stressed because of how restless I feel. How about that one. I have a whole lot of work I have to do, but I feel like I don't just because I got past yesterday's hell. I have to study for history, being as I have work and I'm seeing K tomorrow. I can't ditch Children's Lit on Thursday, because we're visiting the children's room at the Mahwah Public Library (such an opportunity, I clearly haven't spoken to a children's librarian, oh since last week I'd say). That means I have tonight after the Irish poets coffee house business and tomorrow night after I get back from Fair Lawn, which, as all of you know, isn't exactly the most productive time in my week.

Ack.

I almost picked up the most recent Augusten Burroughs book today to read for fun, but luckily I stopped myself from breaking my fun reading fast. That has to hold strong at least until I'm done reading The Rise of Napoleon Bonaparte. So, never.

Ireland = bust. So, we're taking a road trip to somewhere in the northeast instead. Candidates right now include Salem, Boston, and Providence.

We are very committed to the cause of having a rocking good time, even though our other plans sucked out.




"Let me be the one to break the silence. That was the most offensive thing I've seen in twenty years of teaching. And that includes an elementary school production of Hair."