Nothing really

Dan's going to be a chaperone at the lockin. A responsible adult, making sure we foolish children don't break the rules. Dan. I am amused.

A student told me today that I am now his "all-time tutor" and said in the student comments that he wanted to work with me again.

I got a book of short stories by Dostoevsky from the Plaza library today, and I'm reading a collection of Harlan Ellison, and I got a book from the Penn Valley library called "La Tâche du Petit Pierre." That last is interesting so far- it looked like a fairy tale type story, but half a page in, a ten-year-old kid was watching his mother die after a life of working her fingers to the bone to keep the two of them from starving. Then he sat in the graveyard in the rain, crying and wishing he could have died with her. Not exactly Goldilocks, mmm? I'm having fun learning new French words, though.

Rain and Ben beat my pants off at chess.

I'm in a weird mood. I'm eating more than I need to, and I feel like I should get a lot of sleep, but this has happened before, and when I let myself sleep as long as I want after feeling like this, I wake up lethargic and depressed. Hormones, I guess. I don't like it. I wish it would stop.

No, I don't really have anything to say.