It seems that my life consists of getting sick. I have come down with a cold that could rival Antarctica and I'm going to be staying home tomorrow to tackle it, hopefully to knock it on its head.
Hey, did you know that this is the penultimate week before the holidays? I have a whole bunch of planning to do for next term. Holy hell.
Even though I wasn't at school today, I spent the whole day working (as well as coughing and spluttering), but I have finally finished the students' profile books! I had no idea it would take so long. That's 23 hours of my life I'm never getting back, just organising the things. I shall know better next time.
The reason they didn't get done on the weekend wasn't me being lazy or procrastinating, by the way. There were printer issues of massive proportions that involved me having to get my money exchanged and ask if they could look out the back for more stock. The copious writing was me attempting to de-stress myself (as opposed to distress myself).
I have to go into work tomorrow to hand the profile books up to ensure they go home with the kids on Friday, even though I really don't think I'm physically/mentally up to it.