We did it! We survived the 2022-23 school year. As a whole, it passed in a blink, and yet each day and week felt like a Groundhog Day cycle of exhaustion and irritation, but with just enough bright spots to keep me from throwing my toaster in the bathtub.
And I do, deep down, really like my job and my workplace. Honestly! So I guess hats off to people who legit hate their job and their coworkers and they still have to show up 52 weeks a year. Sorry to rub it in y'all's faces that I get two months off from the job I actually kinda love in a dysfunctional family sort of way.
But now that it's summer, I am a completely different person. Who is that person, you ask? The kind of person who goes to karaoke night at Fran's and stays awake until 3 am, apparently. Will I do that again? Probably not, I'm still recovering and I wasn't even drinking that night. Did I participate in karaoke? Absolutely not, but I did love it with all my heart and soul when a slightly built older gentleman concealing a gray mullet under a trucker cap performed a spoken word rendition of "I'm Too Sexy."
Please buy me this cat tapestry |
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Tired of reading abut the debt ceiling? Here's something you won't be able to forget any time soon: A 64-year old Kentucky man shoots roommate in ass following squabble over last Hot Pocket.
Analog Reading:
Still plugging away at Matthew Desmond's Poverty By America. It's a short book, and I should be finished by now, but it's data heavy and the topic feels like it deserves my full attention. However, every time I've had a chance to read lately, it's at bedtime, and nothing lulls me to sleep like statistics and dollar amounts.
I have some lighter fare on the docket, including Stephen King's novella collection, Different Seasons, and another Maggie O'Farrell, The Marriage Portrait.