getting over it

It's 1:59pm, on a Monday. Will and Lepa are sitting next to me, doing work, or at least looking like they're doing work. The funny thing about that is sometimes it takes more effort to look like you're doing work than doing some trivial piece of marking. Red pen. Score out of Ten. Next.

I think I need a nap. Or maybe I just need something to a.c.t.u.a.l.l.y h.a.p.p.e.n.

zzzzzzz.