And I said "No No No."

Amy Winehouse might be my new heroine. I don't know a great deal about her, but I do know that I downloaded two songs of hers that totally rock, in a blues/funk kind of way. Her "Rehab" song is great musically, and the lyrics are mildly entertaining. I have to admit I was a bit disappointed with the story in the song, which is really non existent. Anyhoo.

She won 6 grammy's after doing a stint in rehab. What a story. Hope she doesn't self destruct like so many other stars do. Self destruction -- the story of my life.

I burn my candle at both ends, sort of. I have forced myself, over the years, to get 8 hours of sleep a night, but I would stay up until the wee hours of the morning if I could. I would abuse substances if I could. I would have wild sex all night long if I could. I would party like it's 1999 if I could. Fer sure.

But I can't. So I lead this life of a public school teacher instead. One who is responsible for the YEARBOOK: the most permanent artifact to be generated from the institution of THE AMERICAN HIGH SCHOOL. It really is the most important job in the school, but I get no respect, as Rodney Dangerfield used to say. (Youtube him, you youngsters: he is mildly entertaining.)

Or rather, I give myself no respect. I need to switch up my attitude. I need to take no prisoners. I did, yesterday, send out a rather bold memo to the big whigs about the future technology needs of my program. (Yes, I did this on a Saturday.) I am planning to ask for clerical support to run my books for the two businesses: yearbook and newspaper.

Ah poop. It's only 7:30 on a Sunday morning.

They tried to make me forget about school, and I said, "No no no."