updating is about to become normal again

So worry not, loyal and huge fanbase! Change is just 'round the ole corner. Today I am feeling alarmingly happy, even though I basically got up at 5:30 this morning because of the fucked up biological alarm clock that is my busted knee. Why, you may be asking yourself?

For starters, my favorite collegue - a hilarious, energetic woman that makes me realize that not all of the frogs are without passionate, imaginative, dynamic natures - saw me this morning and asked if I had anything ready.

'Sure, of course,' I said nonconvincingly.

'Are you sure?' she asked.

'Um, well, I'm just not very excited about it,' I explained.

'Oh! Well, you don't have to come this week if you don't want to. Rest, hang out, do whatever you want and we'll start again next week.'

This is why I like my school (though not specifically my students). It is so fucking CHILL that I have not once been reprimanded for my inconsistency or general laziness, in fact one could say it has been coddled as though such displays were part of my irrefutably magnetic charm!

So basically, I have two hours left in this week: one this afternoon and one tomorrow morning. That means I am done on Wednesday morning at 10 am. Huzzah! Although next week and the week after I pretty much have real, fullish schedules. But that's okay, because my work week is still one quarter the size of most working American dolts! Yay!

Here's the other hotsy totsy detail. The last two weeks in March are both three-day weekends for me, so I am going to Rennes and Toulouse, the former more certain than the latter because through five-ish degrees of separation I know a woman in Rennes who offered to host me. She seems quite charming and her husband runs an American school in Rennes, so I'm pretty much ALL about that shit. As far as Toulouse goes, we'll have to see, but I need to go SOMEWHERE to make up for the fact that my vacation was essentially a vaccuous waste of self-pity.

So on Thursday I am going to Brest again, but only after I try and finalize my social security and fill out my forms for reimbursement. I am just irrationally afraid of doing things like this, both for the adultness of such acts and also for the complete incomprehensibility/general illogic of all such French proceedings.

In other news, my hair continues to grow and grow and I am getting skinnier by the day.

Miracle of miracles! Mid-blogging, another of my colleagues comes up to me and informs me that my class tomorrow is also off, due to the fact that he will be doing a training session for come computer shit. One hour remains in my work week, and it's the group that I LOVE (because there should be one, at the very least).

Things are definitely looking up.