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Can't get to sleep. Help help help help. Someone, quick, send me sleeping pills or sheep to count or a knock on the head or something. I have to go do microfilm tomorrow, which is bad enough when rested, oh my god (yes spelled out even).

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Ug. I just know there are emails waiting for me in my school email address that are going to stress me out. I haven't quite worked up the nerve to look yet. I'm not looking until I have a second cup of coffee.

>.<

eta: omg -27°C, feels like -39°C??!! fuck u outside!!!1!

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( whining )

But enough of that.

My mother is going to England in February. I will be dieting with great vigour over the next couple of weeks in order to get myself down to suitcase-sized so that I can sneak onto the plane with her. She keeps telling me that it's "work related" and that I shouldn't be pouting about not being brought along. I told her that I was more than willing to pitch in and help supervise student teachers, but she felt that, lacking any education training myself, I would not be qualified to do so.

Pff, I say, how hard can it be?

She remains unconvinced.