The title doesn't get much more self-explanatory than that....
I woke up yesterday feeling as if the weenie dog had humped my face all night long. In other words, it was red and a little itchy. No white residue. Today it's itchy and a little scaley and tight. With my luck it's some flesh-eating fungus from a wayward tropical flea. It's not terribly noticeable, thank Allah, but I can tell, and it pisses me off.
I was not in the mood for morons or douchebags today, and they were plentiful anyway. It was just one of those days when the students didn't wanna be there, I didn't wanna be there, and I had Gertrude Stein staring at me from my book bag. I'm proud to say I've conquered half of Gerty, and I might actually be able to finish by tomorrow night's class. Even if it's not on time I WILL conquer. And not in that lesbianish way that would be appropriate since we're talking about Gertrude Stein. Pervs.
Listening: Alison Krauss