Paper clips. String.

I'm not asleep yet because I worked late. End of the first quarter. This time last year I was already falling into despair. Oh sure, the grades aren't much better this year, but I do feel like we're learning and plugging along. Often, I teach. Shhh. Swoonsies.

MeTrivia: I have never had a professional massage before. I've had all kinds (well, perhaps four kinds) of men promise a professional-quality massage only to deliver some kind of hasty shoulder rub that was clearly more journey than destination.

Then I married someone who doesn't understand why people think backrubs feel good. He's gimped up like that. Oh, he tries, but I think his moves come from that Finnish bathhouse scene in the first Michael Palin travelogue. You know, with the branches. Then I say "ow ow ow" and once again the massager is plugged in. (I think I've mentioned it before? How it looks like Short Circuit or Wall-E or that unnerving, persistent thing in Hardware?) Mostly it just vibrates all the skin around until my back is incredibly itchy. Does anyone else get that? The itchiness? (At least Mike's very good at backscratching.)

A Massage Envy just opened up down the street. For $39, I'm tempted to try it out. Their website is very clear on the procedure, which is half the battle for a neurotic newbie like myself. I just need them to explicitly state the tipping rate and add an enthusiastic "Fatties welcome!" and I'll do it.

Maybe.

That's what's on my mind tonight. I'd ask Mike, but since he's already cooked dinner, brought me some cake, put up with my Pumpkin Spice 7Up (long story), gone trick-or-treating every hour with my World of Warcraft characters (and fought the Headless Horseman, and got me the lucky roll on a Sinister Squashling pet), and cleaned the toilet, and all of this in the last two hours, perhaps massage is pushing it. What Would Gloria Steinem Do?

Actually, who cares? I think the crush I got on Gloria in my teens might be over. But, I'll always appreciate the kind perspectives her essays gave me on Linda Lovelace and Pat Nixon. If I were in charge of the Blog Meme Division, I'd make up some question about everyone's first experience with Ordeal. (Linking to the book is probably my sixth experience with it, and let me tell you, I'm not very happy about the titillating cover art. Maybe I won't pursue this rift with Gloria after all.)

What else is on my mind? Fresh & Easy has disappointed me twice in two days. I KNOW! No wonder I need a massage. I can't even talk about it. It begins with a bad customer service experience (as these things always do) and ends with the doomed purchase of their brand of Vitamin Water. Short version: Sucralose? WTF? Undrinkable.

The hams are all well. Boy, Arthur is old. How old? I don't know. Sunken-eye old, but otherwise fine. Sherman hung out with his ma a bit today. June keeps trying to find hidey-holes that will contain her. (Good luck with that, my little radiation-sized hedgehog.) Terry's still driving the yellow coupe. Susan has Susan-belly. Snorre is extremely content with his seed management position. Cricket has eyebrows. Pepper loves that sand bath. Edith is still sleeping with her head out on the pumpkin shelf.

I finished the Craig Ferguson novel an hour or so ago. It was fun to read. I don't know if I cared about the end, but I don't usually go for those everyman spiritual-type books, so it's hard to judge. I guess I'll start another Pratchett next.

Remind me to bring paper clips to school tomorrow. And string. My pre-obs teacher is leading the kids in a fun "d*ngling m*difier" activity. (I feel old and crusty. That was fast.) Paper clips. String. Paper clips. String. Got it.

It's good to live in a state where Halloween is a paid government holiday. (Halloween. Nevada Day. Same diff.) Short week this week. Short week next week (staff development). Short-short week the week-after (Veterans Day plus the day before). Soon, Thanksgiving. November is doing well in my polls this year.

The Holocaust conference was incredible. Maybe I'm just blowing these mindless brain toots across the keyboard to make way for discussing it.

Paper clips. String.

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