About 500 words tonight, and I'm calling it quits already. What a slacker I am!
Eh. Bite me. I was lucky to get that many words.
Was a long, long day to start off with. That's the chief thing I have to remember: this isn't my primary job. In my day job, I managed an accreditation visit with zero findings, which is a rare happening at best. I finished the Academic Probation list, and started the task of calling the students in to tell them their academic careers might be ending...not really a hard task, but emotionally draining. I taught a class of 7 students who've already told me they don't want to be in my class, which is draining in several ways. And I spun off and rewarded a class who had perfect attendance, which was great but took my time away from other things. All considered, not bad, and I love my job, but...tiring.
I came home really intending to go grocery shopping with my wife, a project I'd been promising for days, and then to participate in that bliss we call sleep. Instead, we went to dinner. A nice dinner, of course. Well...really, a mediocre dinner at a nice dinner price, but I got to watch my wife lick the chocolate off of a martini glass, which in itself is worth more money than I can afford.
So, anyways...I got home tired and ready for bed, but I've always been one of those "just do something" types. I figured at a minimum I should add a little to the story. Five hundred words later, I was done for the night. Really, it's not bad for a night where the goal was "greater than 1" but it's not huge by Stephen King's "2K to 2.5K" standards. In any event, I think it's good to let the 500 words rest, acknowledge that I'm doing this as a secondary, if that, career, in which I may never make a dime, and get some rest for tomorrow before tomorrow smacks me in the face.
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