Being a teacher is hard work. I love it, and it's hard work. I'm exhausted. And overwhelmed. Not overwhelmed so much by what I have to do for school as not having the time or energy to make any kind of progress on getting my apartment organized and more together. I kind of hit this halfway point and I plateaued there. (That word looks much stranger than it sounds.)

I'm too frazzled to write more. Plus, I have cramps. This is not helping my feeling of overwhelmedness.

Also, I had told my aunt that I would go to her housewarming party in Fort Bragg this weekend, but I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do it. I really want to go, but I really need to sleep. A lot. And have a day where my house is all I think about.

Plus, it's the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival in SF this weekend... a huge free festival in Golden Gate Park, paid for by some gajillionaire who wants to give back to his community. And huge names are going to be playing: Earl Scruggs, Doc Watson, Del McCurry (sp?), and HOLY COW, Dolly Parton! I love Dolly Parton. I was so in love with her music when I was a little kid. I think she's fabulous.

But I don't even know when she's playing.

Anyway, my brain is extra mush-like tonight, so I think I'm going to collapse.