I Thought It Was Thursday...

And I'm not the only one. Several people commented to me throughout the course of this day that the whole thing had a "Thursday" feel to it. This is really going to throw me off tomorrow, I'm afraid. I'll probably never even make it to work on Friday what with it being my Saturday and all. This will not be well-received by the school board no matter how convincing my arguments regarding "Day Feelings."

But it is, in fact, Wednesday. So let's hit it hard with a Wednesday Night Bullet Post.

*I had the worst case of insomnia last night. Seriously...it was brutal. I normally sleep like the dead so finding myself awake until 3:00 in the morning was rather vexing. (especially since I rise at 5:00) I tried everything I could think of in the way of remedies, all to no avail.

*For the record, eating large amounts of peanut butter straight from the jar in the early morning hours does not induce drowsiness. It does, however, induce guilt. And a little bit of nausea...

*Come to think of it, this might have had something to do with my Day Of The Week Confusion.

*Best 6th Grade Retort Of The Day, uttered with a maddeningly broad grin and intended to disarm his teacher who was going on at length about how certain character flaws he possesses might be interfering somewhat with his success in the classroom:

"My Mom says I have Angry Short Man Syndrome."

*I have to admit, it was pretty disarming...

*The good thing about my ungodly long teaching day yesterday was that my principal felt a teeny bit of guilt over my predicament since he was partially responsible for it. He agreed to let me knock off an hour from my Designated Parent/Teacher Conference Time. This meant that I could leave school at 3:30 today.

*The teacher who asked to meet with me at 3:00 so I could teach him how to use the computer program for writing Individualized Education Plans and who was still nowhere to be found at 3:40 will pay for his actions. He will pay dearly and in a way that he will remember forever and ever and ever. The scars, both physical and emotional, will never completely heal. He will be a mere shell of a man, haunting the school hallways and moaning, "Why oh why did I toy with a sleep deprived Sheep?"

*I knit away upon my humble, homespun scarf last night and am rather pleased with my progress. There is hope, Dear Readers! Perhaps there will be a Christmas this year, after all!

*The Best Line Uttered By A 5th Grader Award goes to the young man who, upon being asked to recall a piece of information by his teacher, promptly clapped both hands to his temples, squeezed his eyes shut and assumed an expression that, to the untrained eye, would indicate that he was passing a stone roughly the circumference of Pluto and cried,

"Think, Head, THINK!!!"

*My Cheerful Teaching Assistant and I wrote that one on the board. We are thinking of having t-shirts and mugs made up.

*The Thinker later trounced me in ten straight games of Connect Four. I guess his head had hit its stride at that point.

*I'm so very, very late on this one. But, I really wanted to thank Emma for so kindly including Sheepish Annie in the latest edition of Yarnival. I sort of felt like the ugly duckling in an impressive knit-blogger group. But, you can't beat that sort of company and I was really so flattered to be counted amongst those talented knitters and writers. Thank you so much, Emma! And you did a heck of a job on that edition, BTW.

*Made me wonder if I should knit something, though. I mean, honestly...who out there isn't sick of looking at the same sad pictures in the sidebar at this point? Nothing like company coming to visit to make you realize what needs sprucing up around the old blog...

*I ordered a new computer through my school's payroll deduction program on September 26th. There have been "issues." I have been waiting patiently. Maybe it will come on Friday. The Technology Director assures those of us who ordered that all is well at this point and he is expecting things to start arriving from the nice people at the computer store soon.

*I sort of regret telling him that he was dead to me before he revealed that piece of information. Do you think this will delay his delivery of my new laptop?


I've run out of steam. I'm sure there is more randomy goodness in there somewhere. But I'm still dealing with the fact that it is not Thursday and the recovery from realizing what is my now-extended work week is taking up a great deal of energy. I do hope that your Not-Thursday was a good one and that your Is-Thursday is even better.

I'll see you tomorrow, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and with a solid 7 hours of sack time under my belt. I hope... God knows what day I'll think it is if sleep eludes me for another night. I'll probably make up my own new day or something.

I'll call it, "Think, Head, THINK" day and it will rain new laptops...

SA