You see, it has been getting a little too difficult to think. Of late, my brain has been shutting down automatically from the prospect of work and commmitments and appointments. I try to organise everything in my head and it fails, although I am sure this problem could easily be solved by (a) writing them down or (b) using an organiser. My very own brain has a selfdefence mechanism. It's brilliant.

While my need for intellectual stimulation has been repressed, I have to admit that the dying of brain cells have made way for creativity because of the desperate need to think of ways and means to interest and motivate a class that is filled with people who'd rather be: rioting and spinning themselves into a daze on a roller chair. No choice one. And so, I sit in front of the computer today and am stumped. With my brain like fluff now, I distinctively remember having dreamt of Kaye last night. There were more dreams but the others, I cannot remember now. I also assure you that the random statement I just made is a thoughtful disclaimer and prelude to my entry as being completely random. It will be an unedited piece of fluff that will be coming out of my ears in spools. I am too lazy to edit after 40 x 3 pieces of writing.

It's only 16:23 and my monday has already reached its peak even before nightfall. It's like I've been starring in a comedy of errors. You see, my monday today happened to be an episode from twilight zone and I have been doing everything in delayed reaction. Everything is at least 8seconds to 47minutes too late. You see right, I missed an early class today. I have never missed a class. Unintentionally, at least. I misread my note and thought my NTkids were still having their test only to find out that the monitor, school staff, teacher and others have been looking for me. I ran back to class to find, mortified, that the P had taken over. But it was a misread. Honestly. I'm perfectly aware at this point that I'm possibly close to being seen as the worstteacheronearth because I was kicking back and drinking tea with sugar, happily chatting to a colleague. I was, all the time, blissfully unaware that my class had gone on a riot and was about to be caned.

But I am proud of myself.

Because I am having a sore throat. I confiscated a hamster from class today and had to stare it down from trying to gnaw it's way out of the water bottle. I threatened to throw it out of the window, into the washing machine, and finally, a blender. But like always, grace supersedes and God is good because my heart softened and I relented by saying that I would take all the hamsters home in future if they were to appear in class again. Results are showing, slowly, but they are there and it is something. I have, to date, kids due to turn up for remedial lessons on friday- I consider this a miraculous feat because all these kids want to do is go home, play computer games, sleep and watch porn. So, in a weird, tired way, I'm contented.

In the time it has taken me to explain everything to you, my twin has already climbed out of bed, eaten duck for lunch, uploaded pictures from her mobile and started on work. And in a few minutes time I'm going to fall off my chair and hope that fluff day ends like....now.

Now.