the sky overhead was the colour of a television tuned to a dead channel

Tomorrow, I get to SLEEP IN. <3 Or at least, not have to run ragged out the door at 8:30. SUCH A BOBIDDA.

My birkenstocks hate me: I have a blister on my pinky toe. (Edit: okay, and two hyooge blisters, one on each instep. Ick. What does one do for blisters?)

Today's imp (because I'm sure you all care what I smell like): Neo-Tokyo. Which smells, to me, almost exactly what a William Gibson novel should/would smell like.

Or maybe it's the rain. Anyway - It's raining, I smell like cyberpunk, my muse is back, and I only made a few minor mistakes in Japanese. It's a good day.

thirty useless points for the teaching staff

Seaners is home today, as I only have one class and Chris has none (so he can easily be watched in the morning) for the purposes of sleep-flipping (again!) and the usual sniffles/coldfoo.

Thirty useless points awarded to the service coordinator and the vision teacher, who attached a brailled note to Seaners' backpack (with printed transliteration) regarding Seaners' upcoming IFSP. Right, Chris can read the email they sent (and had, we just hadn't responded to it because of uncertainty regarding schedules) but the point here is that no one assumed that I would just read the thing to him.

You would be surprised (or some of you wouldn't) how often that fails to happen. Sigh.

In other news, I got my copy of Hamlet. Yay Kate! *mmmm*