This is actually the entry for the twenty-ninth.
Slept very late today -- ‘til like 3:30, much too long. Did nothing until work. Went to work.
Taught two sixth grade classes -- not fun: They talk too much and never shut up. Then I taught a class of middle school grade one (fifth grade?). This, surprisingly, wasn't fun either. They were tired or somehow uninterested and would not try. For my part, I couldn't get interested either, or make them interested. I need to learn this fucking language so I can talk to them and get them motivated.
Now I'm gonna try to meditate and crash. I listened to the Velvet Underground today. It made me think of Matt Smith. Also, or connectedly, it made me sad.