Not the Sharpest Crayon in the Box

So far the past two weeks have been long, hellish and have I mentioned long?  All I've pretty much done is get up (at the very last minute), go to work (often at the last minute or perhaps a smidge later, oops), stress, train students, stress some more, go home, fall into bed, repeat, repeat, repeat.

So we can safely assume that the internet and I have been a bit estranged these long, long weeks.  I feel like I've been Rip Van Winkle-ing for a hundred years and everyone has flying cars and tvs that play in their BRAINS or something. 

WHAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING, INTERNET?  I NEED TO KNOW!

I started on my neglected Google Reader tonight around 2:30am.  Ya'll, I didn't finish until almost 5am.  I now know what everyone and their dog was up to during Labor Day weekend, what Kate wore, and Zara is now available in the US. Which, I'm sorry, Kate looks darling in Zara but the stuff I saw on the website was a bit, umm, not.  Also, that model is a leeeeetle bit scary.

So two and a half hours later, my eyes are burning, tears are streaming down my face and I'm still on the computer.

Kelly Lynn.  Not the sharpest crayon in the box.


Laters.

Update or Why My Head is Going to Explode

Popping in for a few minutes from my exteeeeemely busy job (totally just typed busty there, wink, wink). 

I have trained so many students today, hour upon hour, that if I get out of here tonight before curling up on the floor and weeping like a baby, I'll call it good.

Please remind me again WHY we need to have work-study students? 

Anyhoo, beginning of the school year looks okay.  If okay means that we desperately need about 15 more students, preferably equipped with library skills or you know, the ability to READ whichever is available (act now and we'll throw in the ability to Tell Time absolutely free!). 

Please tell me that it can only get better from here.


Laters.