So I'm back in No La La.
It's colder here than when I left (38)...but not as cold as home (9). My bed, however, is sub-arctic...probably as a result of being but a futon mattress on the floor which is located in front of a poorly sealed doorway to our "backyard." A part of me is pretty thrilled to be back, but there's this other part that silently dreads going back to work again. Even though I have a new batch of darlings, a "real" course (English II), and some damn good ideas, the pull to quit and go work for Starbucks still remains. I hate adulthood. I hate being responsible. I especially hate reviewing my finances only to learn that I have managed to senselessly blow thousands of dollars on take out, coffee, and "superfluous" items. I'm a profligate wastrel and it's scary...scary because I'm also in charge of the educational well being of several smaller versions of the wastrel variety.
In conclusion: I'm not really much of a role model...but I do what I can.
