Grump. Whinge. Moan

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I have too many essays to mark. My hip hurts. A lot. Technological failure mostly beyond my control meant wasting 20 minutes of class when my students should have been discussing Spenser and I felt like a fool. Again. I'm tired. Robinson - my younger beardie - is nearing a nervous breakdown because of Halloween fireworks, and there's still ... how many? ... days to go. Still too many goddamn essays to mark. Still tired. Cloning myself would be a great thing! Until then... still tired.