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[jdmklein]

i am failing to thrive. That is what happens to newborns who are not touched enough. Since Master has taken the job up north, i have not been touched enough. i think that may be part of the melancholy that i am feeling. i seem to have stagnated. i don't much care what goes on around me. i work, i come home, i knit, i go to bed, i goto work, i come home and on and on and on. i thought taking on the extra hours at the nursing college would add some extra interest. New students, something i've not done much of, teaching low levels. i lke the kids, but it is hard. i don't get nearly as much covered each class as i hope. i think my boys are a bit ahead of my girls. i can get farther along in my lesson plan with the boys than i can with the girls. It is so odd to have to walk from one side of the building where i have my girls clear to the other side of the building for the boys. Segregation ain't what it's cracked up to be for the one teaching.

Since it is Ramadan, Master is closing the warehouse at 1:30 on Thursdays. He says since they work under Iraqi labor law, and that is what the ministries follow, and they close at 1:30 during Ramadan, His warehouse will to. That means He should be back in Q8 about 3 hours earlier than usual. Do i hate that?

Failure to thrive also means nearly brain dead in my case. i have nothing in my head but music. All the time music. No words, just music, and it's nothing i even vaguely recognize. It's not sounds, or noise, it's music. And that is a bit terrifying. Where is it coming from? i am not at all musical, where have i heard this before? Why don't i recognize it?

Maybe if i go stand with my head under the shower.