back.
tired.
overwhelmed by work.
missing home already.
grading papers for the children - 25% of their grade, and 7 plagiarized, while 22 have yet to turn them in.
imagining a wild vacation in europe, a saturday night sexathon, and a calm beach on the coast of north carolina to take me away from reality.
wishing i had somebody ask me to move in with him, to be a part of my very own Monster Squad, or to give me sappy, romantic kisses.
screaming and crying "i don't wanna go to school tomorrow!!!"