Outta here

I have a ton of stuff I'd like to write about -- bad poetry, Cartoon Network, my students, the new season of Survivor. But it will all have to wait because it's time for my fall break. Time for me to go home to my mommy, hide under the bed and cry. It's been a stressful few weeks -- ha ha, actually a stressful fourteen months -- and I need some down time.

I can't wait to see my mom.

By the way, in the past it has often been discussed that those traveling should not note that on their LiveJournals. I'm not particularly worried -- only two of you know where I live, and if I had anything you wanted you would have taken it already. And anyway, I know where you live.