2009-09-02 - 7:36 p.m.
I wanna juice forever.

The mouse poop situation mentioned last time has not really been that improved. My big project for the weekend is going to involved cleaning those helmets and that bag to within inches of their lives because they still stink to high heaven.

I decided something about coaching - I would love it if it was only practices that I had to worry about. It's when we get to games and get our asses handed to us (like last night's embarrassing 12-1 loss) that I really start to get irritated. God, I really, really hate losing - at anything. Also, I think it's a fairly bad sign that I am more in shape than probably 85% of my players.

I have a stack of grading sitting on my bed staring at me currently. It just doesn't seem right that I was at work from 6:30 AM until 6 PM AND that I worked every second I had there (as in no checking the news, no checking email, no nothing) AND I STILL have so much crap to do when I get home. Crazy. If you don't want homework after college, don't become a teacher, folks. Not only do I have grading tonight, it's just occurred to me that I need an "Of Mice and Men" powerpoint by 2nd period tomorrow. Whoops. Add that to the list. Well, it's my own darn fault for assigning so many essays so close together. Somebody has to read that sludge and that somebody is me. So I should just go do it! It needs to get done.

My little "suck it up and get to work" pep talk for myself is not working. My bed just looks even more appealing. Especially since I've been fighting a cold all week. At least with my super 'roids I'm still not feeling much - but I only have three more days of those wonder drugs. Sad times.