FRIDAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!

If yesterday was a slow drag, then today was like a medium slow blur.

I found out I got a text asking me to come to a meeting and I didn't see it. 

I was in a homeroom class playing UNO and taking notes on an incredibly detailed character description that I was being dictated.

There's a football game tonight, which I guess there is every Friday, but not always at the school. When it's here, other players and their cheer team and all that come on busses.  I don't know if they bring their band. Probably not, because the halftime 'show' will be performed by 'our' band, according to someone in the color guard who I met. I met her yesterday walking to school in her socks carrying her high heel boots. I complimented her Tardis backpack and she pointed out her Doctor Who socks too. I decided to give her the Doctor Who sticker book I was bringing to school to maybe give to a student in my class as a reward if they did their acting scene. But I thought she really should have it.

I am so tired. This doesn't seem like it's a hard job, but it's a hard job. I don't think teaching as the main teacher is any easier, and there's a ton more paperwork, whether it's digital or actual paper, but they get paid approximately twice as much, which probably makes it a lot more fulfilling.

I just slept for almost eight hours. So I missed the football game and posting this in time and eating dinner. I woke up when Steve said hello and then went back to sleep while he played a video game. Then I woke up again and made some ramen (cup noodle with tinned tuna) and we watched a Bad Lip Reading (always hilarious) show. Now we're watching  "What Would You DO?" and they were at Voodoo Donuts in Portland! Usually, they are in New York or New Jersey, or we saw one in Atlanta.

It's not just working full time and walking a lot but also the medication I still have to take for my back that makes me so tired. I can only imagine what it must be like to have something like fibromyalgia and be in physical pain and exhausted all the time. In fact, I think my mom might have had that. Undiagnosed. That makes me real sad. But being tired so much makes me not want to do chores like house cleaning and dishes and gardening. And not have energy for things that I enjoy like reading. And definitely not for doing artwork, which is the most sad.

We shall see what the weekend brings. Probably some chores and hopefully some relaxation. Maybe a little tennis and roller skating, that would be fantastic. Maybe I'll pick up my ukulele for the first time in a week! Peace and Love.