I gotta sing in my sister's wedding today, and I 'm not looking forward to it. I'm glad she is getting married, but I'm not too confident in my singing abilities anymore, due to 23 years of trashing my lungs by smoking cigs. Oh well, it'll be over in 7 hours and 20 minutes.
She's knocked up; after only knowing the guy for 3 months, AND she's 39, so she knows better. It makes a good story. I'm happy for her; they seem happy, I just hope they can keep the communication channels open and not all clogged like they tend to get in relationships.
Back to the job: this week was another bust. I didn't even open up the programs to learn them. I did; however, update my curriculum map and organize senior pictures and the entire student body's names list. Argh, that's the shit I hate about my job.
The boys are playing in the lab on their free period, and not working much on the presentations, except for Jason who is helping me redesign the entire paper for next year. But I can't blame them, we're always burnt out by last period. Plus, I've been walking a mile during that time -- even pushed it to a mile-and-a-half. We gotta get busy. Er, I gotta get busy.
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