This Monday Feeling

The sense of foreboding last night has been replaced by a gnawing
nervousness that I can't pin down the reason for except perhaps that
it is Monday or that I am at a hormonal low. I only have half an hour
of work today; I have finished my marking; the holidays are almost
here — I ought to be estatic, but I am not, and I don't know why.

Frankly, having to be in charge of a roomful of teenagers always
scares the bejibbers out of me. Some days are worse than others I
guess.

And I still desperately want my own place.