Yuck.

Sorry for the lack of posts this week. It hasn't been a good few days. It's done nothing but rain and I have a horrendous cold which caused me to miss 1.5 days o'school. Bad idea. Because my school is only 10 months, the teachers fly through everything, and it's really difficult when you miss a class. Honestly, I thought my days of sitting in a classroom on the verge of tears were over, but no.

Today was also filled with fun "Are you kidding me?" bad day incidents: my teacher actually typed "Saxon is sick and should go home" in PHP code on the overhead projector. Admittedly, I was "that guy" in class -- coughing, sniffling, fumbling for tissues. I ended up leaving early, when my Bea Arthur voice gave out and I broke down into non-stop coughing.

Then, while waiting at the bus stop, it arrived and stopped 20 feet up from the official stop to let people out - I thought, "Weird, but so what! I'll be first!" So I approached it, only to have the bus driver close the doors on me and drive 20 feet to the actual bus stop, forcing me to walk back to my original position, and wind up in the back of the line. Then, right in front of our house, I walked through wet cement. Come ON. It'll serve as a reminder of this day, right alongside the Van Halen logo and I.P + S.F.D = TLA / BFF.

Thanks to Iain for comforting me and reminding me of my days working for Mr. Pitt -- nothing is ever that bad.

Tomorrow is Friday and will hopefully mark the return of more interesting, positive posts. Unlikely!

No, really, I have a bunch of pictures from our weekend in Dunedin to post and all...