|Not exactly a Weiner shot|
When I was a principal in the
use to wake up at four-thirty in the morning with concerns about individual
students, or problem parents, or the school board or politics at the district
office, or staff concerns. I would lay
there until five-thirty and finally get up exhausted and tense. Alaska
This morning I woke up at four-thirty – I couldn't sleep – and my mind kept dealing with thoughts like: why would anyone want to be a proctologist; or, how many uses could I find for bacon; and what’s the name of the song that says - You don’t tug on superman’s cape, you don’t piss in the wind, you don’t pull the mask off the loan Ranger and you never, ever moon a werewolf. Shit: off track again…
About five-thirty I finally gave up, fed the cat and read for a couple of hours with tea and toast. About seven, I went back to bed and crashed until nine; then got up and wrote a blog post.
A much improved lifestyle.
I can’t complain.