Blasted Electricity

Dear Confusia, Dear Terps,

I know that you texted me this morning and told me that you didn't have electricity, so even though I know you aren't going to see this until tomorrow (assuming that you have electricty tomorrow), I'm bored and I decided to write you anyway. Yes, that's right. 6th grade school, 400 kids, no electricity. No lights, no air, no AC, no computer, peanut butter sandwiches for lunch...I don't know who was happier, the kids or the teachers. It SUCKED, SUCKED, SUCKED!!!!!

I don't really have anything to say. I have nothing to share, but writing to you on the blog is just what I do and when I don't do it, it's like a small part of me has died. Sadly, the part of me that has died isn't the part of me that comes to work and sits in my room watching students take their 6 weeks test in math while my brain atrophies. I was, in fact, so bored that I took the 7th grade math 6 weeks test. (I made a 100, if you were wondering. And no, I did not cheat. I didn't write the test. It was the first time I saw it.) Sure. ha ha

Anyway, I saw that the Harry Potter kid is doing his naked play here in the states. It made me wonder if you'd made plans to go see it as I know that you have the hots for Harry Potter. Oh wait, I probably shouldn't have put that here. My guess is you don't want people to know about that. Oh well, I guess you can correct it when you get back on-line. Okay, I would just like to correct a few parts of this paragraph. First of all, I don't "have the hots" for the actor who plays Harry Potter. I have the hots for Harry Potter. And if the timing of the book is correct, the fictional Harry Potter at this time is like, 29. So that's okay. As far as it's okay to have the hots for a fictional character...As far as the Harry Potter kid (aka Daniel Radcliffe) doing his naked play in the U.S., no, I have not made plans to go see it. Having seen the first Potter movie which he made when he was 11, I think it would be more than a trifle awkward to see his exposed man parts. Awkward slash oogy. I'm gonna pass on that. However, when the play was first reviewed in England, one of the ladies who cast him in that part made a comment along the lines of, "He's DEFINITELY not a kid anymore!" so I can only assume by that somewhat suggestive comment that his exposed man parts are indeed something to see if one was so inclined...which I'm not. Promise.

Speaking of children...Steven called me last night. You know, I find that sort of an awkward situation now even more than before. I mean as if I didn't already have all these weird hang-ups about him, now I have to skirt around the topic of not being able to see him because I don't want to tell him that I can't see him because I'm bleeding to death. I think that'd probably kill the mood, ya know? I suppose working a puzzle together in companionable silence isn't do-able? ha ha

And speaking of bleeding to death, my doctor's nurse called me yesterday. She told me that my test results had come back and everything was normal except that my blood count was low. Really? My blood count is low? Hhhhmmm, that's odd. I wonder what might be causing that. When I told her that the problem had gotten worse (by say, uhm, ten-fold) since I started taking the medication that's supposed to stop it. So, the recommendation was to TRIPLE my dosage of the drug. Really? Why? So that I can bleed to death three times as fast? Excellent! This is why I hate doctors. Yeah, doctors have been helping people die faster for thousands of years. I know they do their bit of good, and I've been very thankful for them at various times, but it seems to me that tripling something that made the condition worse when doubled isn't necessarily the best bet. But what do I know? Perhaps you could change doctors?

Get electricity again! SOON! I am muffling giddy sobs of joy that I again have electricity at work.
BTW, have I mentioned that yesterday SUCKED??!!!
-Confusia