I don't have much to say about today. Mainly because I'm really tired and have to get through tomorrow. At this point, I can't even imagine getting up at 7. It just feels like cruel and unusual punishment. I feel like a shark. Vacation is in the air like blood in the water. I've caught the scent and it's really hard to focus and do what needs to be done. Particularly after a not all that great day. My AT was sick and the kids... did what kids do. I think they smell the blood in the water as much as I do. There you go. Unexpected, kind of scary metaphor.
I can't wait to sort through all my excess paper. I can't wait to put all my books away. I can't wait to clean my room! OH! I can't wait to wear jeans again! And crappy t-shirts! OR PYJAMA PANTS! That will be heaven. Yeah, I'm excited about pants. What? It's the little things that make life special.
Anyway, I spent way too much time tonight trying to figure out how to magically convert levels into numbers. I'm going to be annoyed if it's some kind of haphazard system that involves choosing a random number. God I hate math.
Hopefully I dream of The Count from Sesame Street. I think he would be able to explain math in a way that I can understand.