November 11th, 2004

Nose to the Grindstone

I have a complaint--

which I cannot lodge at work because I would be seen as incredibly fussy. Which, yes, I am. But that's beside the point.

I'm having to page through about 20 teacher's lesson plan books to find individual lessons for specific little books. And the pages are printed on that weird razor-sharp high-gloss paper, and my thumbs hurt.

Louie, louie, louie...quit WHINING, louie...

I'm alive, life's just kind of out of balance right now, and I've been in a non-posting mood.