My meds are shifting in efficacy, which means that I'm no longer terribly groggy all day long, but my anxiety dreams have returned. Last night I dreamed of a class that would not pay attention, which drained my sleeping self just as it drains my waking self. I woke up angry, tired & depressed - not at all the way you want to go into another full day in the hamster wheel.

I'm starting to think that I only really enjoyed teaching highschool because all of the major organizational work was done for me and I only had to play at responsibility for five weeks. Being in charge of three brand-new overfull courses is nothing at all like playing.

I dunno. I think I'm just having a bad day, one started by bad dreams and full of frustration. I continue to live for the day when I find a way to make two out of three classes run smoothly instead of none.