I have a bitter taste in my mouth. It's the taste of a day that wasn't quite relaxing enough. It's the taste of a haphazard dinner built on snacks. It's the taste of looming deadlines and a mountain of work that's already prompting me to make evasions and shortcuts.
It's the taste of Sunday. Bleargh.
By this time next week, I need to write 17 lessons. In that spirit, I'm going to bed.
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1 year ago today: happy amoret day!
