What is the sound of frustration as it slams against exhaustion and piles into anger? Would it be something like a groan, a scream, and fingernails on a chalkboard? Well, that's my sound for the day, except I can't (or shouldn't) make it.
I didn't sleep well, and today I'm being observed by one of the tenure committee. At least one of my students misunderstood the assignment they were to do for today, so who knows how many of them will make fools out of me in class today.
I'm pissed off at Mary's daughter Marilyn, who took it upon herself to fuss at me on Facebook, not even for my own comments, but for someone else's. She apparently attributed that opinion to me, not to the person who responded to my mild question. I messaged her and told her I did not appreciate her tone, especially since I used to change her diapers. Marilyn told me she was tired of my "spewing hatred toward conservatives and religious people." Wow, with examples of open-mindedness like hers, who could blame me? Except I didn't do what she is accusing me of. I think she's absorbed so much of the Rush Limbaugh/Glenn Beck language that every liberal opinion is a "spew." I suppose the opinions that issue from conservatives' mouths aren't spews, but something else, like a slow trickle of diarrhea, perhaps. Nice acid yellow dripping uncontrollable horribly odorous sh*t.
This is not the mood I need to be in for class today. On top of everything else, my bad shoulder is hurting. Maybe it's the weather. Still rainy, still cool, perfect for arthritis sufferers.
The only bright spot in my day is my plan to have supper with Betty tonight at Blue Cow.
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I (sincerely) hope that your description of conservatives does not extend to me ): if so, I will take Imodium and try to refrain from passing gas. lol
(Very vivid description! As a mother of 3 small children and the aunt to several others, not only is the imagery very effective, but I am getting whiffs of it too!)
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