There aren't even words to tell you how incredibly hard it was going back to school after the flu. There aren't pictures, even. There's probably a sound for it, it's a gutteral sort of moan-ey groan.
I've been feeling all day like Cameron Frye. Like somehow there's a parade going on and I'm the kid who still hasn't seen anything good. I've wondered today, however, if people are supposed to see something good every day. Maybe there's supposed to be a certain hamster wheel quality to life--at least sometimes.
I'm working to shake off the funk and hear my friends singing Danke Schoen to me. Maybe somehow my cup of coffee tomorrow will somehow contain enough pimp juice to bring me out. Maybe the Friday routines of diagramming sentences or morning department meetings will be funny enough.
Meanwhile, enjoy this real live exerpt from a confiscated note that can partially explain this burning ring of funk.
Prom To-Do List
1. Practice Safe Sex
2. Get Dress
I only wonder how much safe sex lil' kitten will have to practice before she can consider it done and get herself a dress.