emelaeth

I realize that since I just got this page going I should say something facinating and perhaps witty in an attempt to grab someone/anyone's attention, but to be quite honest...I just don't have it in me right now. I am terribly sick and feeling sorry for myself. I stayed home from work and feel horribly guilty because my students are going to probably reek havok in the art room...why is cleaning such a difficult thing to do?! But I can't speak and it feels like someone took a fork and decided to drag it repeatadly along the inside of my throat. And I am missing home...my friends and family. Wanting some soup from French Meadow but it will cost 250$ to fly there for soup...something I can not afford. And all I want to do is curl up in a chilly loft, listen to some Gordon Downie and stare at a mesmerizing wall.