I'm zonked. Knackered, drained, brain dead. All week I have been wondering if they're putting something in the tea I get from the vending machine on the landing outside my classroom. It still has the usual acrid taste of boiled-up sweepings from the warehouse floor, but I have been so yawny and bleary I have to blame something. I've been running on empty, hence the bloglessness. Alas, unblogged! I can't think of a damn thing to say. It is most frustrating.
My brain may be slowing down but man, my blood pressure sho as hell jumpin'. I achieved a personal best this week of 222 over 107. It was a one-off reading, unusually high. Normally it's just high. Could be that my home monitor thingy is on the blink, or that it was due to having just sunk my customary morning cafetiere of thick black coffee, but I suppose I had better go and get this seen to. What a fucking bore.
My students have been great. Every day this week has gone well if you discount Wednesday with my less...um... talented group, which was like pushing a heavy truck up hill. This means, unfortunately, that there have been no amusing errors or misunderstandings and no obnoxious or outrageous behaviour to recollect in tranquility.
So it's been dull as beans round here this week, and likely to remain so until the end of term in two weeks time, which is ten teaching days, or forty teaching hours, or 2400 teaching minutes away.
In the meantime, do drop by now and then, though.