Oh what a world it seems we live in
Straight men
Oh what a world we live in
Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always traveling but not in love
Still I think I'm doing fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is beautiful
On the New York Times
Alana ran a marathon yesterday. I checked her progress several times during the day and wondered whether she still had all her toenails.
I spent yesterday with my stepmother, trying not to freak out. I have a lot to freak out about right now. There is still no movement on my apartment. We have 10 days now and then we have to be out of here. I am to spend the rest of the day looking at rates for hotels that take dogs. We would board the cats and ask someone to care for the rats. And pray that the developer would let us move our furniture in even if we aren't allowed to live there yet.
Also I am extremely jealous that my stepmother and sister are not only going on a fabulous Mediterranean cruise, but also spent Saturday night in the most fabulous NYC clubs with Bernie the gay sales rep.
I am trying not to be too bitter.
I spent Saturday... packing.
For my move to nowhere.
I am still listening to the same Rufus Wainwright song.
I taught my demo lesson this morning and realized how much I miss third graders. And how it would be fine to teach at the private school down the street even if it's not a Free School.
Now I will play mindless computer games until I feel more focused.
