Rainy, cold weather. Irritating circumstances that I'm trying to fix. The realization that I need to decide VERY soon what I'll be doing and where I'll be living in two months' time. All of these things have joined forces and melded into a day that I don't really have the energy to feel good about.
And instead of wearing pajamas and eating cookies all evening, I'm going to go teach my once-a-week night class. They're wonderful, so the bit of me that isn't being self-centered feels bad they're getting a cranky prof tonight. It's a very small bit. I drowned it out without even really trying.
Grumpy Me is still going through the motions and trying to be responsible, and that's why I opened up my email. I found a short one from my special student, saying he's withdrawing from my class. It's probably a good thing for him, so I wasn't too sad. But my jaw DID drop when I read the following:
"I just wanted to let you know that I withdrew from the class. It's not because of you it's because of me."He just it's-not-you-ed me! I got professionally dumped!
Today hates me. I am SO too pretty for this.