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the mother of all naps ~ May 12, 2003 - 5:29 p.m. tired. tired tired tired. I'm so sick of it. I took the mother of all naps this afternoon. I frequently take an afternoon nap at work, which is (unofficially) okay. most of the teachers crash out for a bit at some point. siesta time. and I have no classes in the afternoon, so once I'm caught up on my lesson planning, I don't have a whole hell of a lot to do. and yet the big bosses insist that we stay until four. so I nap for a bit. and since I've been unwell, my naps have been getting longer. and then today? I crashed out after lunch and slept for four hours. good god. yes, I feel a bit guilty about this. but at least it's hopefully helping me heal. I just so want my energy back. I am so tired of being tired. and now, having just recently woken up, I'm a wreck. I just feel like I can't do much of anything. and I was planning on getting my resume together tonight. well. maybe after the movie. that's my plan for the night, as it is so many nights. dinner and a movie at saignam. it's good, it's comfy, and it requires no thinking on the part of an exhausted teacher still recovering from that rat disease thang. yesterday I called my mom. first time I've talked to her since I've been overseas. I called her from the internet cafe, where you can make internet phone calls way cheaper than on a land line. it wasn't a great connection, we kept breaking up and she was hearing an echo of herself, but it was still nice. and 20 cents a minute to the other side of the world isn't bad. so we had a good chat, and she was happily surprised that I called, and I fessed up about the rat disease--eeeew-- and about buying the motorbike. she's not even that worried about the motorbike, especially since I've told her that they're really more like scooters than like american motorcycles. nice to talk to her. I felt a little homesick for the first time yesterday, hanging out at that comfy western-style restaurant listening to acoustic guitar and then talking to my mom. good, though. I just wish I had some energy today. I'm really wanting to get moving on this finding-a-new-job thing.
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