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I taught, I bought toner, I thought about buying groceries. Now I'm going to fade into a slump for a bit. A pale grey slump. Very elegant.

My class was in fine form today. It's still the best class I've ever taught, in any subject, though I haven't told them so recently. We explored seashells and words and creating plot tension through having two different views of the same character. My students expressed much hope that I was Evil Teacher today, so I obliged, which rather surprised our new admin person. Our new admin person is very tall, and I intend to stir her about it, the way I stir all people capable of looking down on me without meaning to.

One thing I bought on the way home was more storage. I have an ottoman now, that stores files. I'm hoping it will encourage people who like putting their feet on my tables to put their feet on it instead, and that it will make my loungeroom look less like a victim of the Paper Wars. It *is* a victim of the Paper Wars, but it would have more dignity if this weren't so patently obvious, always.

Also, a giant Officeworks is one bus ride from my place. I didn't know this. It was very good for me that I didn't know this. It probably would have been better for me if I had never known this. More stationery than I have ever seen in one place outside Japan.

The stationery end of the burglary is now sorted. If I didn't have a walk from the intertown bus to my place, I would have oversorted it, but I could only buy as much as I could reasonably carry without hurting beyond a certain point. That point kept being pushed when I said "Just this one more item." I finally went to the register when I was less than halfway through the shop, just to stop before it all went horribly wrong. And I did actually only buy things I really need. I exercised, in fact, great restraint. I need to go back there sometime, with more carrying capacity and less common sense.

I am such an addict of stationery. I was so busy shopping for various office items and then (now) talking about them that I completely forgot about lunch. Late lunch it is, since I'm not supposed to skip meals. I'd rather unpack my shopping.

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I found myself saying, "I don't really need to read this whole review," just now. It wasn't a long review, but it had an internal argument ("This book is long but too short, covers everything brilliantly but was missing a slashing great topic, was written by genii but is pedestrian) and the writer chose the most pretentious words possible and then didn't match them with careful thought. I love pretentious words (given that I am decidedly pretentious when the wind blows from the nor-east) but to have them flowing through poor sentence construction and half-thought out ideas is annoying. And so it was. And so I didn't finish reading the review.

This is the sum of my afternoon's work, for it's a remarkably high pain day and just when I get things feeling a bit better, they feel worse again. It's cyclical pain*, though, so it will pass. Hopefully it will pass as early as tomorrow. If it doesn't, I shall be the living representation of that review - full of long words and poorly executed ideas.

Actually, I'm better now than I was two hours ago. I'd still work well in a zombie re-enactment, but I'll be up to doing some of my neglected work by later tonight. This will be accomplished by explaining this very carefully to all my aberrant limbs and those other body parts that refuse to comport themselves as they ought. Medicine will be involved.




*All my various chronic illnesses sometimes hit at once, and they chose last week to remind me of their existence. It's a bit ick when it happens, but as long as I do all the right things, they will get under control again and I will be able to have months before I get another week like this.