Friday Confessions.

It’s been a long time since I was so busy I’ve had to parcel my days into half-hour increments to get everything done, but this week was like that.

I got all my students’ boxes of goodies all wrapped up in the nick of time, and then promptly forgot to bring them to tutoring. I have a brain made of fog in the morning, I tell you.

I feel the need to bake…and bake…and bake. Seriously. I have ample goodies. But for some reason I think that more butter tarts will somehow make me feel less stressed. Why? I won’t eat them. We are not entertaining. I am not sending them to children in the Third World. So why do I need them?

My hair looks like it did in 1989: No discernible style, pulled back from my face by a clip on top of my head. I am in danger of becoming one of those women who look like they think they’re about twenty years younger than they are. But I don’t care enough to go get a haircut.

I am supposed to teach The Red Badge of Courage at work. But the class will last an hour and the book will take longer than that to read. I am seriously contemplating finding an online summary and winging it.

Oh, and I am a communist grinch when it comes to buying Christmas presents. Seriously. China might rethink its environmental policies if we all just stopped buying random plastic crap out of some pointless sense of obligation!

...And breathe. Anyone else feeling a little overwrought?

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