The voice of a good friend

Tomorrow is the last day of my teaching placement. At this point I should be doing some marking but I can't. Partly because I'm too excited to sit still for very long, and partly because I'm out of surfaces on which to write. The movers arrived on Monday and most of the furniture that was once in this apartment is now in Toronto. So now it's just me, ol' shitty and my Ivy, which needs to be re-potted very badly. The leaves are turning kind of red, which would be cool if we were heading into fall, but it's still spring. Hang in there little buddy, I'll get things straightened out this weekend.