I Feel Funky

Not the smelly kind. At least I hope not.

So Brazen Hussy has left town again, this time for three long weeks. It's much worse than last time. I've been surly and distracted ever since she left. You know, that feeling when you can't do anything for more than 10 minutes, i.e. watch a lot of mindless TV (NOT in character for me)? Today I had to give more tests to little kids. It was a particularly bad class, but still - I was ready to kill some of them. Plus, last night our upstairs neighbor's teenage kid was singing Avril Lavigne off key at the top of her lungs in the middle of the night. I hate summer.

Sigh. I think I might go home early today and sulk.