12:15 a.m. and half dead on the couch: “I need to wash these damn dishes… ughhhh.”
*Proceeds to wash dishes with eyes half closed, cleans the counters, throws out garbage, then gets ready for bed.*
1:40 a.m., finally ready for bed, but now wide awake: “uggghhh.”
And while she does have the burden of a hyphenated surname, at least it doesn't mean millipede.
TIL Natalie Portman has a 9-year-old daughter with the same (distinctive) name as my 8-year-old. Now I'm terrified that people are going to think I named her after a celebrity's kid. 🤦♂️
This lovely Sufjan Stevens produced cover of the Cranberries song Dreams by Meg Lui is going to be my Saturday mood.
I had breakfast at 6:45 and it’s now a quarter past 10, but I’m starving! I have class at noon, so I should just go ahead and eat. But something about having lunch when it’s still technically breakfast time seems wrong. Elevensies then?
Discovered note.com today (late, I know), and I think I'm going to join. It might be a good place to practice reading Japanese and finding decent niche content. TBH the first article I found was a guy who posted about the conbini donuts I've been addicted to the last 6.5 years.
Somehow didn’t realize I needed to make a unit test and a new lesson for my 5ème class. So now that that’s done, I can get a total of 2 hours of sleep before I get up to go to work.
Living in a large city definitely has its drawbacks. What I wouldn’t give to just be in a big open field right now.
I am real f*cking stressed today. Spent hours on tomorrow's history/geo lesson only to realize the info is all over the place. I feel like I'm not in my right mind.
A highly publicized space launch, an increasingly authoritarian government espousing America's greatness, another forever war, poverty at home, a climate crisis made worse by the pillaging of Earth's natural resources... I can't help but be reminded of The Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler.
I'm stressed & damn near hysterics. Argued w/ my husband this morning. Water heater went out again because of the rain. Then my daughter started complaining her tummy hurts, and turns out she snuck some pills from the medicine cabinet. THANK GOD they were just probiotic pills—but can you imagine??
Well, that relief was short-lived. Just got a midnight text from my mom saying my sister’s got pancreatitis and is scheduled for gallbladder surgery on Monday. Of course the leukemia and chemo complicate things even further. Deep breaths.
So turns it out it was all stress-related. I'm feeling much better now that I've taken a day for myself.
Legit not sure if I’ve had heartburn for the past two days or if I’m on the verge of having a heart attack. 😕
Fell asleep on the couch at 10:30. Woke up on the couch in complete horror at 2:55. I have ruined my life and will probably never sleep again.
Google satellite map view of very confusing walking directions (Tokyo, Japan)
Are you sure, Google? Are you sure this is how I should get to my destination?
School starts up again tomorrow, and I'm already overwhelmed. I'd love to just go to bed right now and wake up refreshed and ready to go. I know it'll be fine, but I'm stressing about all the lessons I haven't finished planning for the week.
I have this visceral reaction to the closing credits of She’s the Sheriff because Tales from the Darkside would come on immediately after. It terrified me!
"Friends" is a beloved American sitcom that aired from 1994 to 2004, following six young adults—Rachel, Ross, Monica, Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe—living in New York City. The show explores their friendships, romances, careers, and personal growth over ten seasons.
Nice! It's a great way to boost the student's critical thinking skills and teach them that art and literature don't happen in a vacuum.
Ooh! This is giving me ideas for my curriculum next year! I teach middle school English Literature and History & Geography. This sounds like a great way to overlap the two and give students historical context for the works we study.
I told myself that I wasn't in the writing mood today, and that I should do some sort of art instead. But today was my only opportunity to take all the time I wanted to write. And I've wasted it. Blah!
I have just spent the past three hours overworking a piece that I really should have just left alone. I should've gotten proper feedback before attempting a revision, and now, I think I've either ruined it or killed any real passion for writing it.
I adore del Toro's earlier films—Pan's Labyrinth is tragic & beautifully haunting. But Frankenstein is just terrible fan-fiction. It has none of the romanticism, heart, or fully-formed 3-dimensional characters of the original. The story takes backseat to aesthetics & even then, the CGI is just bad.
I somehow managed to go through nearly half a century without watching a full film adaptation of Frankenstein—until last night. Of course, I know all the pop culture tropes that have nothing to do with the book (which I adore), so I expected some discrepancies. But, c'mon!
I really don't know why anyone would think it's OK to sit next to someone in a nearly empty cafe, the proceed to scratch their itchy throat using the "pig squeal" maneuver. No. Gross. Stop.
Also, wear a mask. You are clearly sick.
It’s 4 a.m. and the wild civets that roam our neighborhood just got into a fight or are into something really kinky. Either way, their screeching woke me up on the couch with my contacts pasted to my eyes, and now I’m on my way to bed feeling miserable.
She said she hasn’t been playing with them because she doesn’t have real magic, so they’re not real. She then proceeded to call them up by name, one by one, and squash them in her hands.
😱😢😭
RIP, Sparky, Zuzu, Mito, and Rosy.
Tonight, my daughter told me that she hasn’t been playing with her magic unicorn and deer pets lately.
A couple of years ago, we “hatched” these imaginary friends of hers, and they went with us wherever we went. I went all in saying I could see them because it was her belief that made them real.
