Maybe it's 8:00 on Friday night, and I really want to go to bed. I feel slammed. The good news is today folks had high praise for the poets in my room. People stopped me in the hall, sent nice emails, I even had one of my judges email me a poem her wrote about me which I think was positive. Anyway, the poets were still happy about their performances later, and some have agreed to do an encore the last day of school.
My elbow hurts from doing a bunch of stapling after I came back from PT yesterday. It's not really an idea situation. I'm supposed to take the icing up a level and use the ice cup instead of merely the ice pack, but it seems cold and painful. I think I'll start that tomorrow.
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off some cool projects.