Well, the Allister test failed. His poetry has much more interesting spacing, and his word documents don't transfer to blogspot well. But Allister is not a failure, in fact, he will be famous some day. I love how full of passion and angst his poetry is. More on him later.
For today, I get to go into school on my day off. Ranae and Kiwi and I are gonna crank out some pages this morning, cuz we gots to get this fucking book done.
We have pages to send off, we have pages to proof, and we have pages to create. I have brand new PC computers to start the new yearbook with, but we have to finish the old on the two old macs.
So I'm psycho. Finish the 08 yearbook and start the 09 yearbook simultaneously, run two businesses who need money badly, and teach a full load of classes.
But I'm not dreaming about it. I am not obsessing about it. I have found a balance, I think. I'll only know when I look back at this period in retrospect.
Meanwhile, I shall labor for a few hours, then come home and sit on my ass and fight heroes on facebook. That has been my escape for the past few months. That's how I found Allister.
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