Okay.

So, this week is –
Sunday –  half me day
Monday – full me day
Tuesday – going all in with both siblings to watch Endgame
Wednesday – me, I guess
Thursday – Little sister day
Friday – me day.

New class on Wednesday.
It’s another 102, but the co-teach this term doesn’t seem like she has her head up her ass.  That’s a good thing.

Here’s to hoping that I don’t have a Tasha and a Tonya in class.  It was super difficult not to mix the names up. I also had a Ja’Mia and a Ta’Duv.     I kid you not.  Funny thing is that I’m the only one who spelled their names correctly.   Not even the students added the apostrophe after the first week.  People are lazy writers just as they are lazy speakers.

If I had a neat name like Ja’Mia, you bet I’d spell it right.

I have an unusually high amount of me days this coming week.  That’s awesome, but the real challenge is if I’ll have enough gumption to even get out of bed.  That seems to be the challenge right now.

It still bothers me that Dr. S said that I’m not happy.  I know she’s trained and been doing this psychology thing for a while.  She’s got multiple degrees hanging from her walls, but I don’t think there’s a concrete definition of ‘happy.’   Happy is like love, hate, and fun.    There isn’t an objective definition.

Fun for one person could be a father showing a son how to hunt.  Fun for another person could be a mother showing a son how to put on make-up.   Okay, so maybe that’s not a good example, but how can Dr. S concretely know that I’m not happy.

It just boggles the mind.    I need to let it go and move on.

There’s a lot of things I don’t understand.
I don’t understand why my sister, who is on the verge of being diabetic, practically ate an entire large pizza with extra cheese, sausage, and some other stuff by her self at eleven o’clock at night.

I don’t understand my current fascination with sleep.   Here it is, not even 9:30, and I’m ready to just collapse for the rest of the night.

I don’t know why Google refuses to look up anything related to Castletown.  I think the internet is partly broken.

I don’t know if I’m going to be like this when I’m in Florida next month.    For good or for bad, I’m a different person when I’m down there.

I don’t know…  I just can’t keep my eyes open any longer this evening.

Nights.