I started off my Wednesday by leading an hour-and-a-half poetry workshop with Lo's class this morning, after which I should have been allowed to call it a day. Hats off to Ms. C, for whom a whole new classification of pharmaceuticals should be created. Then it was off to work until 5. After that, straight to Lo's 6 o'clock game, where that little bunch of losers, the Pink Peppers, fell to the Green Dragons, who might as well be called the Green Giants, even though they're actually Liliputian-sized. Once I was home again, Lo reminded me that she had to fill out her "planning sheet" for her home-made bubble blower project for school, and that all the supplies were due tomorrow as well. Which meant a trip to Walgreens for string and straws. It also meant I didn't get to jog or go to the Y and, now, at 9:45, I can feel my ass creeping toward the outer perimeter of my blogging chair.
All of this to say, I'm too tired to actually write anything. I think I'll just sit here and watch this over and over.