Fluffy things fix everything, so if you’re having a bad day, here you go:
Sleepin' in the sun.
Here’s another one from way back when Yoshi and I were getting to know each other. I adopted bun bun from my friend @wiiaremarshall. It was great because anytime I would go over there I would just sit there in front of his tv with my hand in the cage. I was so excited that he thought I’d be a good enough pet owner to take the little fluffy one.
Lately bunny has taken an affinity for eating my hair, which is really unawesome. I’m fairly certain I’ll wake up from a nap one day with half of my hair eaten off at various lengths.
I’m not a pessimist, you’re right.
I should stop mad-blogging (but I won’t).
I went and had coffee shortly after I wrote the blog. He’s an adjunct professor and I love love love bitching to him about all the stuff I will bitch-blog about (don’t worry). We also share grading stories (like 4th grade level writing [I shit you not] in papers and when someone writes “dong” instead of “doing”).
Yesterday we shared my worries. Or rather I shared, and he graciously giggled, listened, and advised.
I was reminded that there are people out there who see things the way I do, education isn’t a lost cause, and, yes, my class sucks/I’m not just making this shit up.
I think I’ll have to have this pep talk every week.
And then of course I went and cuddled the crap out of my bunny, which was awesome as per usual, and my “faith” in all things good was restored because of her fluffy.