Wouldn't It Be Loverly?

All I want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air, with one enormous chair...oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

I love that musical. (Name that musical in the comments to win $100,000.) (OK. I lied, there will be no money, but you can still post to share your intelligence.)

So, once again, I find myself up early, blogging. Except this time, I am blogging on my brand new lappy...a laptop that is going to make me a million bucks. Well, I'm not trying to be greedy, but as I've stated before, I think I've got about 5 or 6 good years left as a teacher before I turn into a pumpkin. So, I guess, conversely, I've got to accept that I'm going to be obsessive/compulsive about this job until I retire.

For example, I woke up and re-read the school newspaper that we put out yesterday. I thought about the yearbook, and how they are REALLY pissing me off with their culture of laziness in both newspaper and yearbook. I then started to social network with students on Facebook and MySpace, leaving positive comments and spreading the love so they will return it to me...

So either I'm totally sick and twisted or I just care. I hope it's the latter, but I think it's the former, and that's why I pay a shrink. Speaking of shrink, I was supposed to see him over Christmas break, then he canceled, and then I failed to call for a new appointment until last week, so i can't get into see him until April 5th. Oh well, in spite of being insane, I am doing well: sleeping and eating and concentrating OK.

Sane or insane? Depressed or just blue? Sick in the head or sick in the tummy? Oh, to know the difference....wouldn't it be loverly?