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My brain refuses to accept
May. 7th, 2014 10:21 pm1. My students and their inability to retain anything for 5 minutes.
2. The fact that it's 10 pm and EIGHTY frakking degrees in May
3. And most especially my new retainer for the TMJ issue. No lie, I've worn it for a week now and I've dreamed that my front teeth were knocked out. That the retainer was growing down my throat suffocating me. That when I went to get my tooth filled (now pushed back three weeks) that the dentist had to extract all my molars. That there was a tracking device in the retainer a killer was using to find me. Yeah, the brain does not like that painful piece of misery.
In the good news pile LOOK here! I have so much going on right now in the writing world, I feel like a real life author. I'm very excited about all of this. In fact, I got my edits for my Project Fierce story. Okay I'm less excited for those because editing sucks the big one (no matter how much better I know it will make the story). And my stuff is on sale (see that link). Thanks to all of you who are supporting me in this venture. You are so appreciated.
I even got started on the revamp of that story I posted here.
In the bad news, well let's just say I've been keeping mum about all the shit going on at work but it forced two good profs to take their retirement and today I learned one of my friends in nursing quit. This sucks. If I could, I'd probably do the same.
And in the news of the ludicrous. Remember my triple injury on my hand. Today I carried tests into the bathroom at work. I hit the door with them and papercut my entire arm. Sat down on the toilet and somehow slammed my wrist into the sanitary napkin disposal thingie and slit open my wrist. Go me.
2. The fact that it's 10 pm and EIGHTY frakking degrees in May
3. And most especially my new retainer for the TMJ issue. No lie, I've worn it for a week now and I've dreamed that my front teeth were knocked out. That the retainer was growing down my throat suffocating me. That when I went to get my tooth filled (now pushed back three weeks) that the dentist had to extract all my molars. That there was a tracking device in the retainer a killer was using to find me. Yeah, the brain does not like that painful piece of misery.
In the good news pile LOOK here! I have so much going on right now in the writing world, I feel like a real life author. I'm very excited about all of this. In fact, I got my edits for my Project Fierce story. Okay I'm less excited for those because editing sucks the big one (no matter how much better I know it will make the story). And my stuff is on sale (see that link). Thanks to all of you who are supporting me in this venture. You are so appreciated.
I even got started on the revamp of that story I posted here.
In the bad news, well let's just say I've been keeping mum about all the shit going on at work but it forced two good profs to take their retirement and today I learned one of my friends in nursing quit. This sucks. If I could, I'd probably do the same.
And in the news of the ludicrous. Remember my triple injury on my hand. Today I carried tests into the bathroom at work. I hit the door with them and papercut my entire arm. Sat down on the toilet and somehow slammed my wrist into the sanitary napkin disposal thingie and slit open my wrist. Go me.
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