After trudging to class in the rain today, it was with an intensely childish pleasure that I saw my afternoon class had been canceled. I hope everything is okay, but I was still gleeful that I got to go home and take a nap.
The bad news is, I slept right through my French class this evening – quelle honte! I think it will be alright, but I feel like a total jerk.
And I’m still not really feeling any less awful than I was this afternoon. Fortunately just now when buying cat food (so they’d speak to me again), I picked up ingredients for Super Cure-All lasagna. If that doesn’t help things, I don’t know what will.
For what it’s worth, I reckon this is one of those posts that probably shouldn’t and wouldn’t have ever existed were it not for NaBloPoMo… and I have to admit, I’m really in the full depth of my typical November funk. Is it good that I’m writing? My thought is no, probably not, but a challenge is a challenge, oui?