The nothing is getting me

Alright. I am officially stressed out.

Only one day of vacay left before I return to school. That puts my blood pressure at dangerous levels as it is. But on top of that I have a presentation to give Monday and I haven't even begun to review the information I am supposed to be sharing with other teachers. Something about Disciplinary Literacy. Yah- I know. It's a bullshit concept dreamed up by some money-making guy at some university that is selling to districts for millions. I could come up with something like this. We all could. But every year my school district buys into some new program that is supposed to cure the academic plight of inner-city kids who can't pass the state standards test.

Then, bills. Need I say more?

Then, laundry.

Then, I am down to only one novel which I am currently in the middle of. I always hate when I don't have a back up. I mean, I could finish this book ANY MINUTE and then what will I do? Book stores aren't open in the middle of the night which means there is a possibility of booklessness in the very near future.

My years' worth of "favorites" in my computer have conspicuously disappeared which means I have years' worth of websites, usernames, and passwords that I cannot access because who can remember them? Definitely not me. I don't even know where to begin with this one.

Dateline NBC hasn't been on in weeks.

My students have finals in one week and I have yet to write the tests, organize the class lists, and advise the teachers of exemptions. I foresee a busy week for me.

I missed my dental appointment. Cleaning needed stat.

One of my toilets is running. I'm scared to open my water bill. Maybe if I don't the problem will just go away.

A guy at the dealership had to wait over ten minutes for his BMW this morning. He came up to yell at us stupid cashiers because of course (insert sarcasm here) we have control over the valet guys. He starts demanding a manager and then threatening us that if we refuse to get a manager he will... "Nobody's refusing anything! Chill out! JESUS CHRIST!" Yep. That was me. I said that to a customer when he just kept bitching and moaning and timing how long his car was taking and bitching again. I wish I wasn't fair skinned because before I could finish my response to him I had turned a deep shade of firetruck red. God I hate that. That's the main reason why I usually don't fight back. I'm afraid of the brilliant shades of rojo that my face and neck will turn. I hate it. But then again, it has probably kept me out of tons of trouble. If I didn't fear the red, then my mouth would be open a lot more than usual and I already have problems with that.

Uuuuuuggh.