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I wonder if I can get this done before lunch. Hi, Craig. No reading over my shoulder. You might not like what you see, and you risk boring yourself to death. Diane's telling a story about a lady who had a stroke. I haven't been listening well enough to know the point. We did a cool exercise. We drew a Picasso sketch of Stravinsky upside down while listening to Pachbel's Canon in D. The exercise is designed to let the "left brain" take over. It worked like a charm on me. Very peaceful, my breathing got that crying hitch. My eyes thawed. I could have done it all day.
There was a little traffic on the 10, but the 405 was smooth sailing, which is rare. "...there's plasticity in the brain," says Diane. This kind of talk does little for me. It's not how much intelligence, but what kind. I'll have to find more drawing projects for Emmanuel ande Jesus. What else? I have a wart on the fingerprint of my thumb. I tried to burn it off with a stoveflame-heated paperclip, but it has grown back. Everyone's going to luncch. I caved in like an abandoned mine shaft. I'm writing this as we ride in the car to whereever we're going. My boss, Principal Cicada, is driving. I think we're going to a Japanese place. We're talking about how to utilize laptops and create a computer lab at school.
So now we're in the lobby of Marie Callendar's. I got in the wrong car for the Japanese restaurant. Judith and Gustavo are talking in Spanish. I'm not going to eat. Where's Rosa? She must have gone to the sushi place. So now we're back at class. I had Monterey Style Idaho Rainbow Trout for lunch. We're about to brainstorm the names of as many classroom activities we can think of. They said, pick someone who can write fast, and I volunteered. It's warm in here. I've read section A of the LA Times. I need to figure out how to transfer to another school closer to home. What else? Aurgh. It's hard to think in here. The sky is blue. I rode back here in Judy Iguana's car, the one I drove to San Diego. I'll just babble through these last lines and be done.
I wonder if I can get this done before lunch. Hi, Craig. No reading over my shoulder. You might not like what you see, and you risk boring yourself to death. Diane's telling a story about a lady who had a stroke. I haven't been listening well enough to know the point. We did a cool exercise. We drew a Picasso sketch of Stravinsky upside down while listening to Pachbel's Canon in D. The exercise is designed to let the "left brain" take over. It worked like a charm on me. Very peaceful, my breathing got that crying hitch. My eyes thawed. I could have done it all day.
There was a little traffic on the 10, but the 405 was smooth sailing, which is rare. "...there's plasticity in the brain," says Diane. This kind of talk does little for me. It's not how much intelligence, but what kind. I'll have to find more drawing projects for Emmanuel ande Jesus. What else? I have a wart on the fingerprint of my thumb. I tried to burn it off with a stoveflame-heated paperclip, but it has grown back. Everyone's going to luncch. I caved in like an abandoned mine shaft. I'm writing this as we ride in the car to whereever we're going. My boss, Principal Cicada, is driving. I think we're going to a Japanese place. We're talking about how to utilize laptops and create a computer lab at school.
So now we're in the lobby of Marie Callendar's. I got in the wrong car for the Japanese restaurant. Judith and Gustavo are talking in Spanish. I'm not going to eat. Where's Rosa? She must have gone to the sushi place. So now we're back at class. I had Monterey Style Idaho Rainbow Trout for lunch. We're about to brainstorm the names of as many classroom activities we can think of. They said, pick someone who can write fast, and I volunteered. It's warm in here. I've read section A of the LA Times. I need to figure out how to transfer to another school closer to home. What else? Aurgh. It's hard to think in here. The sky is blue. I rode back here in Judy Iguana's car, the one I drove to San Diego. I'll just babble through these last lines and be done.
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