9. I have a creative spark from being at DFW's Writer Workshop (it was my first time going and it was great and I will be returning). Must write. Now. Can't keep thoughts contained...
8. It's snowing. In Texas. How am I supposed to be the main focus of my students' attention when there a little fluffy flakes falling from the sky whispering their names to come out and play? Scrap that. How am I supposed to focus when there are little flakes floating from the sky?
7. I was pulled over last night for speeding, on my way home from the workshop.
6. I am tired. I didn't get home from the workshop until 1:00. AM. Yes. You are reading this right. And, yes. I wake up at 5:00. AM. The police officer interrupting my speeding is a part of why I was home so late.
5. ...I don't feel like being here...
4. *Wasting time, because I really don't have 10 reasons*
3. After the workshop the group goes to IHOP, so I joined them. At 11:00, I stepped out to my car to see my front right window smashed in and broken.
2. I peered inside my car and my school issued laptop was...you guessed it, GONE.
And, drumroll please.
1. I am grieving the loss of two, beautiful, precious, wonderful, pindrives that were in my laptop bag. They contained my life. My manuscript. My ideas. My queries. The good. The bad. The ugly. My heart. *Dabs at eyes* Today, I am mourning their loss.
Someone, please, remind me why I didn't call in a sub last night??
Okay, so before I go all off on how life-sucks-and-then-you-die on you. I will give you some reasons as to why I can only laugh at what happened. If you haven't read from the beginning of the blog (And why haven't you? I just started blogging last week you lazy people), my first blog described how crazy things happen in my life. Much like last night. This is the third week in a row that a window of some sort has been broken in to, by some no-good-dirty scoundrel, in order to obtain something. Post-It Notes?? If I'd just stop storing such things as diamonds and gold bars on me at all times, these things probably come to an end, but I refuse to leave home without my gold bars. Ever. Read here, if you want to know more.
So to walk out to my car and see glass shattered everywhere was shocking, but not so much considering that this had been happening to me often. Plus, it will really be a great addition to my book, The Post-It Bandits. The whole writing group stood around in the dark, cold parking lot, as we joked about how there was nothing I could do, and how there was no use in being upset, someone chimed in and said, "It's not like they're going to call out CSI." We all laughed, until who rolls up? None other than the Crime Scene Investigator, himself. We all watched on, mouths dropped open, enthralled to see a real CSI dude at work. It was like watching the TV show, but better and in real life HD. And no. I am not giving you the details. You can read about it when you buy my book. That hasn't been published yet. Or written yet. But, it will be damn good when it's done.
I guess I'll go back to staring out the window with my students, interjecting every few minutes, screaming, "Holy Cow! Did you see the size of that snowflake??"
Oh. Wait!!! Breaking News!!! Here's why I came today...It was just announced that school is closing early today and there is NOOOO SCHOOL TOMORROW!!!!