That might have something to do with my ‘brilliant idea’ of getting tipsy over dinner to help myself relax before bed and then taking my Benadryl/Advil/flu medicine concoction an hour after that.

I didn’t OD thankfully, but that lovely cocktail of alcohol and drugs made me more alert that I wanted to be throughout the night.

So I was pretty tired for most of the day.

Still, it wasn’t a bad day overall.

My throat was on fire during the day, but I got through my classes without any major incidents. I have no idea what my students will produce for their writing projects, but I’m past the point of caring. I’ve done what I could to prepare my students, it’s up to them now.

I didn’t get nearly as much done because SH wanted to practice her English conversational skills and C had an impromptu meeting with CI and I to talk about the new textbooks for next year.

I get that H wants better prepare the Elementary students for the vigours of their English studies by the time they get to middle school and high school. But the students at our school are still ESL learners, not native English learners. I just feel like it would be better to get actual ESL textbooks. They do have good ones out there, we could even use the more advanced ones that adults have to use for our older students if necessary.

Then again, what does it matter? My school lives to ignore the plainly obvious when it comes to helping students learn. And I certainly won’t be around next year to watch this shit-show unfurl. I do feel bad for CI though. Hopefully I’ll still be around in my city in case he needs a shoulder to lean on.

I guess I still care about this stuff with my school because I haven’t left yet. And it’s also because for better or for worse, I am a teacher who cares about my students and what I’m doing to help them learn. For months, I thought that this drama with X had robbed me of my ability to care about other things or other people.

It’s nice to be proven wrong on that front.

I feel a bit blue today. But it isn’t because it’s another Monday and I’m missing X. I just feel blue because I keep getting sick lately. I’m frustrated with my body’s inability to handle a tiny sore throat or the sniffles without me needing some antibiotics. I think I need to either get stronger medication for my gastritis or try and fix my esophagus permanently with surgery. There are some risks and it’s probably going to cost an arm, a leg and three uncles. I just hope I can get some good advice from a gastrologist back home when I go see my family in two months.

I think I should sleep early tonight; hopefully I won’t wake up because my throat’s hurting. I took some Benadryl, maybe I should pop some Advil’s too. I feel better about life in general when I’m healthy and on the go or still just healthy enough to do absolutely nothing by choice.

I’ve really gotten into King Princess’ music the past few months since my post break-up mode. She’s like my lesbian spirit animal somehow: deep, soulful, playful and generally cool.

Plus, she’s got a killer singing voice and she’s easy on the eyes.

I don’t know, King Princess’ lyrics and her chilled beats just speak to me during my pensive solitude thinking about life and love these days.

It’s even influenced my writing of late, which is nice.

I want to get back to my old, chilled self who could do things in isolation and be perfectly content. When I’m in that mode, I don’t need anyone or anything.

I’m good on my own, and I prefer it that way instead of depending on other people for my happiness.

I guess it’s good to have some balance between the two. It’s not always be good to be alone and not depend on others for things, even just simple things.

There I go again with my philosophizing. Time to put down my phone and read a little before sleeping.

I’ve gotta stop waking up so late in the mornings. I’m just so overly tired, must be because winter is coming.

Or some other time of the year that Kit Harrington or Sean Bean never talked about in ‘Game of Thrones’ before this, hee hee.