This week, I got the Atwood journal out, after finally getting a missing piece. It was important to me to do that before doing the all-day upper division comp exam scoring yesterday.
Since then:
There weren’t enough scorers, so I have to find time this weekend to score a bunch more essays.
Came home to a dead water heater.
Thoth brought in a rat and put it in the food bowl, like “I made dinner!”
I spent most of the night sick in the bathroom.
Just got an email that the last piece of the journal has a mistake they didn’t catch, so it’s technically not done.
I’m tired.
