I find myself out of sorts today, and not only because Social Studies has stolen away both guy 2 and guy 3 for next week's project. Who am I going to talk to??  I hate it when other content areas steal away people assigned to my project - even when I'm not this friendly with the stolen scorers. Oh well, I'll have to rearrange my table so Christine, Sean and Brian are nearby. Supervising is no fun if there's no one nearby to make snide comments about the essays to.

Social Studies will pay, oh yes... hopefully they'll both be back to writing late next month. We'll see how much attention my boss pays to evals, since guy 3 has potential (leadership potential!), and guy 2 already does my job occasionally. Hmm, benchmarking with them could be entertaining...

The real reason things are odd is because I actually have the rest of the week and Monday off. After 4 solid months of working at least 5 days a week (6  or 7 of those weeks were Monday-Saturday) and up to 51 hours a week, we're finally winding down - until mid-fall, anyway. I might actually get a couple of weeks off in August-September. This was supposed to be a slacker job, so how come there's been less than 3 weeks of downtime since Halloween? No wonder I haven't gotten more writing done.

I will write while I have time off.

I will not spend my time with the fantasy that goes like this:

- I finish my book, and find a publisher.
- I put  downpayment on a house and new car, and buy a dog.
- the book becomes a best seller.
- I sell the movie rights, and spend some quality time at the studio working with the screenplay writer, and happen to get to know the director, who since it's a fantasy is attractive, funny, smart and single.
- he falls madly in love with me and we get married.
- I write a follow-up that's also a best seller and his next movie is a block buster...

You can see how that'd be distracting from oh, actually finishing the damn book, right? Not to mention other daydreams distracting all the time.  I've been in a dreamy mood all summer, and not just about guys or fame. Everything. I sort of like it.