Finally! They sent me my final student worker! Three weeks into the semester and I've finally got a full staff. No more long days with no student coverage! Huzzah! Granted, it's not a perfect schedule, but it's good enough.
In other news, my back is hurting big time. Shooting pains in my right hip, in particular. I've been going to a Pilates class and I wonder if it's aggravating my pesky slidey vertebra too much. Too bad it doesn't know that Pilates is supposed to be good for it. My back needs to learn to eat its vegetables.
I need to get Neil to write about his encounter with a kid while changing in a bathroom stall after a school show this week. Because he probably won't do it, I'll tell you that it involves the kid uttering the phrase "Stupid pants!"...a declaration which is close to my heart.
You'll need to sit down for this one, folks. We have NOT watched American Idol yet. Incredible, yes?
Why do I smell poop? Is it me? God, I hope it's not me. I don't know why I'd smell like poop, but I DO smell it. How interesting. Maybe eating this banana will help cover the scent. Nope. I still smell poop. Maybe someone tracked it in on their shoes? Or maybe my nose has gone haywire.
Hm.
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