Sunday 7th March
Swim In Pool Supply by Roadsidepictures [cc]
Feeling a bit better today, or at least less bone-crushingly sad. Spent most of the day reading through my form's reports - thirty, five-page reports the joy - and correcting and rewriting any portions that needed it. Only three were error-free. Sigh.
It's comforting to find that my tutees who are obnoxious towards me are badly behaved in other classes, though it doesn't make my heart any lighter at all. Ugh. I now have to write comments about all of the little darlings for first thing Friday and collate their commendations for the year and their accomplishments.
Post-correcting I watched a couple of documentaries about Las Vegas; over a glass of white I day - or evening-dreamed - about a holiday under the hot Nevada sun. I imagined staying in the Four Seasons Las Vegas, spending time eating and drinking a lot (buffets make me excitable), being blindingly pasty whilst reading Scandinavian crime fiction on a lounger by the pool before heading out into the desert to get up close and intimate with some sandstone. I also imagined wandering about without having to worry about taking a cardigan with me and slowly getting very drunk on a frozen Margarita that came in a glass the size of a goldfish bowl.
I thought of waking up next to the one I love and sleepy, beer-tinged kisses out in the desert under a blanket of stars above; I imagined laughing loudly and a lot, and not having to worry about things so much. Sigh.
Well, at least this unobtainable fantasy is more obtainable than my month in Hawai'i. Excellent.
monky posted 278 words at 23:42 on 7/03/10
