i just ate a third of a bag of baby goldfish. the crackers, not real fish, in case you were wondering.
i am tired. i don't think i slept well. i know i wanted to continue sleeping when i woke up. but musicboy was up and had been up for hours, patiently waiting for me to stir enough for him to start talking to me. actually, he rubbed my back first, which was lovely. when i found out how long he'd been awake, i said, half-asleep, "why? you going to disneyland or something?" i thought that was funny.
i have this nagging feeling that i have been a bad teacher this semester. i think i always have that nagging feeling. it's annoying.
i don't want to go to the gym today because i'll have to run. (don't tell me there are other things to do. if i'm going to go, i'm going to go to burn as many calories as humanly possible and to seriously challenge myself. if i'm going to do that, it's going to involve running. or a class. but there aren't any classes that i want to take at the time that i want to take them.) and if i try to run, i don't want to fail. but the last few times i've tried to run, i have not done well. thus, my hesitancy to go.
i want to have a baby and i am terrified of having one and of not being able to have one. what if i suck at it?
i'm going to read my book now. i have 10000 papers to grade. but i'm going to read my book and possibly sleep for a little while.