Roughly one more month and year six is over. I will enter year 7. That's a lot of fucking writing. Some day when I am gone, someone can sit down and know all about me. Know all about how fucked up, annoying, and pathetic my fucking life was. Best seller right here bitches. Print and run.
Taught. New group. They're okay. A couple are a little slower than I would prefer but overall they will make it through. Today is day two and we should be fine. We are a little behind because of some questions they asked and their lack of experience but I should be able to make the time back up. It will also take us much closer to a proper full day which always makes people happy. You are always struggling as an instructor to find that proper balance between letting people go early and making sure they got their money's worth. Too early and they feel cheated. Too close to the full day and they feel like you don't know what you're doing.
B wanted taco bell for dinner. Fine. What she wants she gets. Watched some tv, went to bed.
Side note - I love my sister. The rest of my family is a bunch of fucked up idiots, but she's okay. I do wish we were closer but then again, I probably like her because we don't see each other all the time. Regardless, she's a good person with a big heart who doesn't get half the credit she deserves.
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