I am tired.

Work was eternal. I really get to leave on time.

Tomorrow I teach my department class so I should be asleep in preparation. I need to be good.

I don’t care.

My co-dance leader called me to tell me she went over my head to check if the song I’d chosen and started to choreograph was ok. Deemed it was not and then chose a different one for the special event we’re having on September 16th.

I have decided to retire before friday because I’m over it.

Do what you want, I don’t care.

One of the moms is upset because her daughter isn’t included in this dance, she will be missing several practices, she texted us a long dramatic text and I get it. I understand she’s upset. But I can’t deal with this at nine o’clock the night before an early morning class.

We both crafted long diplomatic text messages and called it a night.

I need a break from everyone.