I'm back... Sorta... Thanksgiving break was a godsend. I got to see my baby and hang out with my man. I saw my family. I ate. I drank. I had a good time. I brought home a big bag of papers to grade and books to read and record. I didn't touch any of it. Not once.
Well, maybe, once. The night before school started and then I had a glass of wine instead and stayed up until 1:30 in the morning worrying about everything that I had to do to get ready for school. I do that kind of stuff sometimes. I still haven't caught up.
I'm writing this blog, because I can't stand the thought of grading papers. I hate grading papers. It's not even like they are hard to grade. They are even pretty cute once I get them all sorted out. I guess everybody has something that they hate about their job.
Let's see, I also gave up cussing over the break. It's going okay. Matt doesn't like it when I cuss. He says it makes me "sound like a dude." That super queases me out, so I had to quit. I am going go ahead and put in a clause though... writing doesn't count. My writing persona gets to say whatever the fuck she wants to say. Sorry, baby, I've got to have one holdout.
That had to go in there, because a lot of fucked up shit has happened since the last time I wrote... hopefully, I can fill you in... one post at a time.
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