Would someone please silence the voices in my head or at least change the channel.

My internal mom is making a fuss that I should be home in bed. I do not disagree; I would love to be home in bed. Being home in bed is not possible. Hell a normal eight hour day is not possible. I was on campus by 8 and will be here until after 8. That is just the way life is. I did end up holding short (about .75 of normal length) classes thanks to the coughing. I need mom to shut up and it would be very helpful if my internal superwoman would show up and take over. I am now going to put my head on my desk and close my eyes for 15 minutes and hope for a miracle because I have a meeting for which to prepare and exams to grade.

Lurking beneath the exhaustion are some unaticipated emotions about Joetta's death. They need to remain beneath the surface until this week is over.

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Odd moment of the day: A female student asked me to look at her butt and tell her if it looked like she had wet her pants. (She was afraid that she had set in something). Still it was the first time a student has asked me to check out their behind.

( rambling about today and tomorrow )

To end on a happier note -- Pear nectar is very good stuff.