Discoflux & Hell

For some days have I lain in bed with sickness, not working. A wicked cold consumed me, & thus I rested. Today, I returned to th fold, although not to th school I've gone to exclusively for th past several months. Now that my class' teacher hath returneth, my school doesn't need me every day. So I hooked myself up to th good 'ol Wheel of Misfortune (i.e. th substitute teacher automated phone service), reported myself "available," & they sent me deep into th depths of hell.

Yes, if I were to assemble a Top Five Worst Submarine Teaching Days list, this would be on it.

Alright. I had gotten used to this sort of thing, but for a while I found myself in a more stable & comfortable position. Now, 'tis back to th fold. So be it. Someone has to shovel shit in hell, why not Androse?

Actually, I find myself in a surprisingly good mood today, considering. Perhaps because I can breathe through my nose again.

I almost forgot!
HAPPY DISCOFLUX!