I thought I’d take a break from organizing my sheet music to drop in and say ‘hi’ to all the familiar faces around here! Plus Ellie seems to have made it her mission to gum at least one corner of every piece of paper I pick up, so I figured for the paper’s safety it was best to lock it away until nap time. If anyone’s got any good distraction techniques to get her away from paper I’m all ears; you’d have my undying gratitude.
[Jesse waits on the couch, having put Sherilynn down for a nap an hour ago. He wrings his hands a few times until he hears Blaine coming down the hall. He stands up, facing the door with tense anticipation. He can practically feel the look Blaine’s going to give him]
I’m glad it’s the weekend, but I’m also kinda bummed because the weekend marks the end of spring break for me. At least it’s a beautiful sunny day today here in New York. Whilst I enjoy my last two days free from classes and homework, you should send me some questions. I’d love to talk to you!
Dalton…Dalton’s gone. I - I don’t…I - I’m not sure how to write this, it’s still…it’s…it feels wrong. There was an incident early this morning and a fire broke out. The fire service tried their best but Dalton Academy…is gone. As of right now the faculty are trying to figure out the best course of action. I - I don’t know what else to say…To the students who follow me the Principal will be in touch, but transfers to neighboring schools are looking to be the best option. I’m so sorry.
It feels like it’s been ages since I last got on this thing. Then again, it also feels like I’ve been attending a never-ending funeral ever since Dalton burned down. I’m sure you’re all tired of hearing about it and have already encountered your own forms of grief, so I won’t go on about it. I know it sounds silly to say out loud (or well, type on screen), but I hope you’re all doing alright. Now that I no longer have an official teaching position at Dalton, it’s been a little difficult to keep in contact with my fellow ex–no, I can’t say it, it’s too terrible Warblers. And I never really considered myself to be in the fold with the new McKinley kids.
Blaine:tiptoed his way around the kitchen while making breakfast for him and a still asleep Hunter. After silently squealing over the cute collar for his still unnamed puppy, and feeling a bit bad for having to leave the party early, he figured making breakfast in bed for them both would be a good plan. A while later he had a tray ready with two plates on it, each one containing one boiled egg and toasts with jam, plus one bowl with freshly cut fruit for the two, two glasses of orange juice and two coffee cups. Having opened the door first, Blaine walked into the room quietly and placed the tray on the night stand, then sat on the bed and placed a single, soft kiss on the man's shoulder. "Morning, baby..."
I’ve got a feeling today is going to be a nice day filled with books (the good kind) and peace and quiet and happiness; a weekend like this was well-deserved before school resumes tomorrow. How are all of you?
I couldn’t sleep last night, so I ended up watching a documentary on Animal Planet. Apparently, polar bears have actual penis bones, but due to contamination of nature, the bears living in certain areas risk their penis bone getting brittle and their penis can literally fall off. If this isn’t enough to make dudes hold back on nature contamination I don’t know what will do the trick.