My Cardboard Balcony

Man...how is that when I only work with my students for three days, I still wind up super exhausted by the end of the week? Don't get me wrong, a lot of good stuff happened. I've been with Arden for seven Valentine's Days now (well, five in person, but you know what I mean), and I loved making her dinner that night. The yearbook's coming along nicely, despite the stress. Hearing my students' performance poems and speeches was everything I wanted it to be. And tomorrow will be nice, too. I'm getting my haircut and seeing my parents, plus I get another Monday off. But peeps...I'm really tired. I think I'ma turn in early. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

My Pocket! I Mean My Pocket! by Belinda Roddie The real key to the garden is in my pants.

You know you're reaching for something too far away from you, my darling. You know you can't actually grab a star if you can't even make it to the moon. Even if you brought back a lunar lump of something celestially extraordinary, I'm not sure she'd even bat a single eyelash in your direction. Just as well - keep your fingers on the highest shelf you can touch. There are good things to snatch from there, good things to keep a hold on.