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Concrete of the mind

Hi.  There was a school dance last night.  This means that I put in a 18 hour day.  I was up at 5:10ish, was teaching by 7:15, was supervising the dance by 6:30 and got home around 11:00.

Right now, my brain feels as though it is made of concrete.  It is largely immovable, heavy, and grey.  Lifeless, really.  Now, all I have to do is get through the day.  Thanks God, for Fridays.


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