I was so sore and wiped out all day long I could hardly function. I came home after school, ate lunch, and was in bed by 5:45pm to take a 30 minute nap.
Marianna came into my room to wake me up, knowing I had a private lesson in the city... But I just couldn't get myself up. I felt like a bus hit me (or, more accurately, a mountain had hit me... Over and over and over again... As I crashed into it for five hours straight on Sunday!), and the thought of the hour and a half commute there, an hour and a half of teaching and then another hour and a half commute home was just too overwhelming. I texted Patty to apologize and tell her I had to cancel class and went right back to sleep.
Fourteen hours later, I woke up.
>_<
It's moments like these that make me happy to be me. A normal human would have dragged themselves out of bed, dealt with it, and been exhausted for the rest of the week. But me? I'd banged up my body really badly and it was begging me to give it a break. I knew this would be its last real chance, being that this is my Birthday Week, and so I said to hell with responsibility... I really need to take a night to myself. And I never do that.
Patty wrote that she understood and not to worry about a thing. :)
I love being able to life life as a person surrounded by other real people. In America, I could never just say I wasn't going to a job or a lesson. I'd have no choice but to suck it up or face serious consequences. But here? People still see each other as fellow human beings... And it is really sweet. <3
XOXO
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