Are you listening, Sony?

I've had a bit of a cold this week, which is never fun and is particularly not fun when one doesn't have one's mommy there to bring home ice cream and parmesan goldfish and trashy magazines. It's not like getting up at 6:45 is EVER a good thing, but it is not helped by a stopped-up nose and lack of speaking voice. Teaching is also made a good bit more difficult when one lacks speaking ability.

Graeme, my partner in crime hereabouts, thinks I'm just overtired because I've been working twelve-hour days. I think the excess of intoxicating substances this weekend probably didn't help. Either way, my evening class meets for the last time tonight, which means when I finish school at 3:30 I'm really and truly DONE for the day. Which even I can't complain about, although I'm sure I will find a way.

I'm settling into the routine here, which is HARD. A routine of hardness. I'm hoping it gets easier, especially as Graeme is going to move on sometime in the next month or two and I don't know WHAT I'm going to do without someone to listen to me bitch and moan while we watch pirated British comedy and drink too much whiskey and Coke. NOT that I'm advocating piracy. It's BAD. Whiskey and Coke with someone who will listen to you bitch and moan and thinks your dog is adorable, now that is GOOD. Especially if that someone has an adorable northern British accent.