Title Schmitle

Time is just ticking away and I haven't got too much to say.

I've got a bit of a cold which isn't too bad at all, but I've been waking up with the craziest looking eyes every morning. They're so puffy and wrinkled. I don't know what's up with that.

Still no Jane at work. Tomorrow it will be two months since she went MIA. I expect that my boss is going to announce what's happening one way or another very soon. Yesterday Jane called my co-worker to say that she's still deciding whether or not to come back, but I don't really buy that. That implies the ball is very much in her court, but I'm fairly sure that's not the case. I asked last week what's going on, and my boss said Jane is getting better. I asked if she was coming back, and my boss said "I'm thinking about it still." I'm thinking (as I have all along) that Jane won't be coming back. With our student numbers as low as they are, I imagine it's nice to not have to pay Jane's salary. We'll see, though.

Meanwhile I doodled a picture and when one of my students came across it she exclaimed, "Oh! Jane!"

Ha ha ha!

It actually doesn't look like Jane.
Much.
(The teeth are spot on!)
Jane is a very pretty lady, and when we were getting along, we got along well. Sometimes I miss her, but I also really like seeing my boss every day. I love Karen.

This past week I've had a couple of "private lessons" with elementary school kids. It just so happened they were the only one to turn up for class - and it was painful for me. Sometimes I feel more like an English Dentist, because getting these shy kids to talk while they're one on one with me is like yanking teeth. I'd rather a class full of screaming kids than one (moody pre-pubescent) little boy or girl.

My grandmother is in the hospital in Canada. Something's not right with her stomach. Whatever it is came on suddenly, and my grandmother's friends had to call an ambulance while they were out eating lunch last Thursday. While the doctors are trying to figure out what's wrong, she's all doped up on demerol. Have you ever had demerol? That's some good shit. Sometimes I wish it would be socially acceptable for me to walk around with an IV of that stuff dripping into my arm.

I hope my grandmother gets better soon.