OK, so I'm in the office with a yelling father and a yelling and crying daughter and then the daughter storms out and I'm trying to keep her from driving away all hysterical and dangerous-like and then they want me to get something from my room where someone's doing emergency coverage for me with a lesson plan I made up in 12 seconds so I could stay in the meeting and then there's a girl fight in the hall with at least 5 girls and 60 spectators and I'm breaking up the fight and they're still swinging and the other girl's in the parking lot crying and the dad's in the office and I went off all my pills for pain cuz I've got a new doc/acupuncturist who's trying something else that hasn't kicked in yet and I can't tell if I hurt cuz the girls hit me or just hurt cuz I hurt and we get things kind of settled down and then there's another, completely unrelated girl fight only these ones are punching and pulling hair and much stronger and rougher than the earlier ones and then I have to do extreme motocross Subaru mud slalom on the way home and my lip got hit which means more cold sores and my shoulder hurts and I should have just stayed in bed.

And I forgot to go to meditation.

Probably would have been a good idea.

Tomorrow they're going to use my room for school photos so I have to do things in other people's rooms. More emergency lesson planning.

Tomorrow I have to get the flat tire fiasco finished.

Tomorrow I'm staying in town so I guess I'd better go unpack from last night and repack for tomorrow.

And they don't deliver pizza up on the mesa.

Aspirin might be a good plan.

Someone seranading me with mandolins or something might help.

Cocoa? Maybe I can do cocoa. That one sounds realistic.

Maybe all the girls will be suspended and we can have an all boys' school.

Girl fights are brutal.

Everything hurts.

Maybe I could become a plumber or something. Air traffic controller? Firejumper? Crown prince of some obscure country with beaches?

This will all be funny in a day or two.