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Uninspired. Wanting more clarity, more brain space, more free breathing. Looked at a rental cabin on Vashon. Not sure if I'll get it.
On antibiotics for the 17th day. Feeling sludgy. Using my neti pot twice a day with spotty results. Wishing for nasal liberation. Viva la turbination!
Taking a half day off work tomorrow to clean house, clean car, get legs waxed and have a massage. Breathing before sushi on Friday with the inappropriate dating partner.
Appreciative that my colleagues notice I'm having a hard time at work. I cry. Not in front of kids, but in front of coworkers, certainly. Not all day, just once a day.
Challenged today by a kid with Asperger's who threw a crying fit in the middle of writing class. If I didn't so desperately want him to understand why I have to email his parents about him, I wouldn't care. But I want him to get that part of my responsibility to him is to let his mom and dad know what goes on. He thinks they don't have a right to know. That's the reasoning you have when you're an autistic second-grader with a 120 IQ. Can't be easy.
Thank God his parents have a sense of humor. His dad takes me to Pat Metheny concerts just as am "I'm sorry" gift. I'll take it!
Long day. Sleep now.
On antibiotics for the 17th day. Feeling sludgy. Using my neti pot twice a day with spotty results. Wishing for nasal liberation. Viva la turbination!
Taking a half day off work tomorrow to clean house, clean car, get legs waxed and have a massage. Breathing before sushi on Friday with the inappropriate dating partner.
Appreciative that my colleagues notice I'm having a hard time at work. I cry. Not in front of kids, but in front of coworkers, certainly. Not all day, just once a day.
Challenged today by a kid with Asperger's who threw a crying fit in the middle of writing class. If I didn't so desperately want him to understand why I have to email his parents about him, I wouldn't care. But I want him to get that part of my responsibility to him is to let his mom and dad know what goes on. He thinks they don't have a right to know. That's the reasoning you have when you're an autistic second-grader with a 120 IQ. Can't be easy.
Thank God his parents have a sense of humor. His dad takes me to Pat Metheny concerts just as am "I'm sorry" gift. I'll take it!
Long day. Sleep now.
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