One of those days.

Bitch, bitch, bitch. Moan, moan, moan. Seems like that is all I've been doing here lately. Sorry about that. I'm afraid today isn't going to be much better. Sick as a dog today, and had to go to work anyway, as I couldn't leave the school in the lurch and they are tapped out of subs. Thankfully, it's just a cold, I'm fairly certain, and I'll get over it. Just made it very hard to stay awake, and I admit there were a few times I laid my head down on my desk until a dizzy spell passed. The kids were all very well behaved, though. I did have to provide feminine help to one young lady today (always have spare on hand) and she was very grateful. Had to pull another popular young senior girl aside and ask her if the way she was treating another student was a way she would want to be treated. Her attitude quickly changed...she's a good kid, just needed a reminder, I think.

I've been thinking a lot the last few days about a lot of things: the nature of love, future plans, what honesty means to me, and a few other things. I'm experiencing some pretty dramatic shifts in my head and life lately, and I'm trying to find a way to put them down in a coherent manner. You may have noticed I've changed my journal title to "I refuse to be less than extraordinary: I just want to help you see me as I am." This sums up neatly where my head is at lately. I've also changed my friend's page title to "Too special to be part of the scenery" to remind myself that each of you are amazing people, not that I need much reminder in that regard. I think I had forgotten that I am an amazing person, too, but I'm starting to remember. I'm starting to remember that divinity resides in me, that I am too sublime to settle for anything less than what I deserve. If that sounds vain to you, it shouldn't, because the same is true for each and every one of you. Don't settle. Ever. Compromise, yes, sometimes, but don't settle.

As I said, I think there is a long overdue post on this matter coming when I am feeling slightly less death warmed over. For the now, I'll leave you with the knowledge that you hold special places in my heart, and I couldn't ride this crazy roller coaster called life without you. You are my seat belt. You are my centrifugal force. You are my automatic restraint system, and I thank you for it.

Sickness does funny things to your ears.

Smog is doing his jumprope unit at school, with the competition on Thursday. He told me the name of his team, and then I promptly did a double take and asked him to repeat it, because between his sniffly nose and my clogged head, "Jumping Lemurs" sounded like something entirely different.

It's a shame they couldn't call themselves the name that we found so funny that he fell to the ground laughing, and I hope he can avoid bursting out into laughter when they are announced.

What I heard was "Jumping Weiners."