Monday, May 16, 2016


Back to the old grind. Got up, had breakfast (eggs). Pet the cat. Drove to the school. The sky is white as a countertop.

As I make my rounds I look at some of the students and they look back. Almost every day some group of students will ogle at me and laugh to each other. I wonder if my quiet demeanor is frightening to them, and they laugh as a coping mechanism. Only the losers ignore me.

Someone got sick again, this time on the bathroom floor. I wipe it up with a dirty look.

Drove home. Pet the cat. TV, then sleep.

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