rough morning

This is how I feel (and look) almost every morning, actually. Except maybe Sundays and Tuesdays.


[some browsers are showing just a tiny little thing, so just click it]

But it's been especially interesting lately, throwing in all these other responsibilities. I mean, I went from living with my parents & being a college bum, then moved across the states to become an upright role model in charge of a dorm full of girls (only 20 girls, but still). And recently I've been subbing classes like a mad woman, which is a totally different atmosphere than working in the dorm. For one, I have to really get dressed. No more pulling on the first pair of jeans that I see and throwing my hair in a ponytail. Two is a little hard to explain unless you've ever experienced something similar to confronting a pack of semi-feral animals or small children. You have to project dominance and self-esteem right off the bat, or they'll trample you and gnaw your bones. Figuratively.

Anyways.

It's my day off tomorrow, so I don't have much to do besides my adco meeting, hopefully (finally!) getting my license, and then subbing an English class. And maybe going to the store and the library.