Anyone Got Some Animal Crackers?

I could lie to you and tell you that we had yet another Monday holiday yesterday, thus relieving me of my posts. But I think you deserve better than that, dear readers. The truth is I was just too damn busy to get anything out. That's not to say that you didn't deserve a post! But it's been a struggle to get things done around here as it is, so you'll have to overlook my absence just this once. And anyway, you're probably used to my Mondays off by now.

This afternoon I had a meeting with my team and my Principal. At one point, my Principal turned to me to ask my opinion on something and at exactly that moment I realized that my cuticle was bleeding. Bad. How did it happen? Well, I'm fairly certain it has something to do with the mysterious atmosphere in this school- both morbidly humid and searingly dry in turns. Point being: my skin was dry and I probably snagged it on a piece of paper or something, causing me to bleed out, directly in front of the head honcho.

Mortifying? Well, it would have been, had I clued anyone in to my pain and loss of blood. Instead, I wrapped my other hand around it and blathered on about adolescent literacy or some such nonsense until I could make my escape to the little girl's room and quietly pump blood into the sink drain. I finally staunched the flow with paper towels and retired to my office, woozy and in need of juice and crackers. My one consolation: it wasn't a nosebleed on my Principal. Oh, and I didn't drip onto my khakis. Huzzah.

Don't worry about me though, I'll be ok. Really.