Pachelbel

This is great, check it out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM

Oh, I'm great, thanks for asking.

"O, reason not the need!"

I’m going to King Lear, and I’m rather excited about it.

The Royal Shakespeare Company is coming to town, and although that may not be a big deal to you Londonites, they rarely venture down here.

As no one appears to be quite as big a nerd as me, I’m going by myself, a new experience. I’ve never even been to the movies alone. I will also still be in cast with crutches, so I will be a particularly sad sight.

All for the love of art.

Foot

Here is my disabled foot in all its glory. This is just after the stitches were taken out today and you can see the wee wires poking through my skin. Delicious.

But I now have a new and improved cast which I can actually kind of walk on. This is very exciting for me. So back to school on Monday, where all the children can laugh at me.

Photos

I thought I would post a couple of photos of my dearest friends who ahve both buggered off to the UK (well Luke will arrive there any day)

These were taken whilst Michelle was back in the country for an all too fleeting visit.

Enter Sandman

I can't sleep. It's nigh on one in the morning and I am wide awake. This results from a number of contributing factors.

Firstly, why would I be tired when I have done very little in my day? I have never been a good sleeper, in fact in my honours year I was bordering on insomnia and had to take sleeping pills to get any rest. This year however I have been a lot better as I'm pretty tired after work and I get up reasonably early in the morning. However, in my present condition I have no work to go too, thus am not exhausted at all.

Secondly, I am currently staying at my mum's. This is fine; however my Step-Father is the biggest snorer you will ever meet. Seriously, I can not sleep listening to his spectacular auditory display which is intermittently interrupted by a choking, gasping-for-final-breath chorus that leaves one waiting to see if he’ll survive to snore again. He always does. And so I try to sleep listening to my ipod, but this isn’t overly effective.

Thirdly, my foot still aches somewhat and is particularly bad at night. And sleep with a bloody great cast on is not overly comfortable.

In fact, the best sleep I’ve had recently was on Saturday night when after a party I passed out on my friend’s bed during a game of post-drinking cards. After the two boys kindly videoed themselves lifting my arm up and letting it drop in my comatose state, I was left to a very peaceful and undisturbed sleep.

So short of drinking myself into a stupor I think I’m stuck with being awake for a while.

"It is only a step from boredom to disillusionment, which leads naturally to self-pity, which in turn ends in chaos."

One would think that being immobile I would have the chance to come up with some profound thoughts to share with the world. One would think. However I have had no such epiphanies or even amusing theories. My mind is decidedly turning to mush as my leg lies limp inside a cast. The only thinking I have had to do is setting relief work for my classes, and this task simply infuriates me. Even though my colleagues are bemoaning that I get time off from work, I have been finding it very difficult to set work that I’m not actually able to teach. Which must mean I am a teacher-centred educator instead of a ‘student-centred facilitator’ that we were taught to be at Teacher’s College. On reflection, I do tend to talk a lot in my classes, and always encourage class discussions and debates. But you cannot set this as relief, as the relieving teacher may not be English trained, let alone know the topic you are studying. Perhaps it will be good for the students to actually get on with work without my help. Now I feel I’m an over-bearing control-freak.

I think I just had an epiphany.

Your turn to play. With whom have I morphed?

Yes, I am bored.

Me

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I've broken my foot.

Shattered the 5th metatarsal to be exact.

It all started on Thursday night, after a few wines with a friend. For those of you who have not been to our flat, there is a very small balcony that you can only access through my flatmate's window. So I was jumping back into the room from the window sill - which is only just over a metre drop- when I hurt me poor foot. Poor me.

So after a couple of days in hospital and surgery on my foot, I now have three wires protruding from my foot, thankfully hidden by a cast. Presently I am sore and already fed up at not being able to move. I'm staying at my mum's for a while as my flat has a long steep staircase to conquer upon entering. And everyone likes to be looked after by their mum when feeling miserable.

So I am going to have a lot of spare time on my hands. I'm not really the type to stay home, I go out a lot. I have no idea what I'm going to do for the next 6 weeks, but I know that I am going to become extremely annoying to those around me.