ewhen the slsalkfdwrh ‘ when the alarm went off i realy wasnt sure who i was for a second did i have school? was i a student? did have a job? A place to be? why was i here? what was that noise? blankets of empty space ruffled thru my mind for about oh i don’t know maybe 5 to 10 seconds and then i was like oh yeah i’m a teacher and it’s morning and etc etc almostwent backto sleep but decided to do this pointless thing instead after i peed a little bit. a VERY little bit. honestly, because i would go backt o sleep but millie’s going to be making noise andcoming down here in like five fucking minutes anyway, soi might as well do this because i kind of hate how she makes noise andcomes down here every god damned day at thesame time, but then again. oh ok i kind of hate reading inspirational charming uplifting inspirational stuff.somehow it is unbearably depressing. burdensome on the soul like scarlotti made his best sonatas or whatever after he was 50 some years old. yay! but then why are we pointing that out? IT kind of reeks of desperation. like, I STILL HAVE TIME THEN, RIGHT? RIGHT? because comparing yourself to celebrated geniuses is always a good idea. time for what, though> honestly 1. [ ] i’mstill worried about the presentatino and here’s why: i have thiswhole stilted thing all written94890[3ix[kcvv,BFP{yijp2aÂ.c;41