Maybe She's Dead

When simultaneously going through a marital breakup and beginning a long distance relationship at the same time, I've found that it helps to surround yourself with a classroom of rude, loud 4th graders. It's very soothing to the soul.

I introduced myself to the class and the first two comments were not what you usually get from 9 year olds. Normally they do a half-assed "good morning Mr. Blah Blah" in unison, or stare blankly at you like sedated mice. This time I was first asked "Mr. Kranki are you in the military?" Then one of the kids commented that their regular teacher was probably dead or something. I explained that the teacher's father had passed away and would be back in a few days. The kid said that he knew that but he just didn't like his other teacher very much so he was just kinda hoping.

It's been a long week so far and it's just be one day. Include me in your prayers my righteous brethren. Now I lay me down to sleep... I haven't decided if I want the lord to take my soul or leave it a while longer so the other earthlinks can continue to beat on it like a naughty pinata. If I should die before I wake I pray that there are cold, refreshing beverages in hell.

It's not really all that bad, but who comes here to read happy news?



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