I don't even like my hair

Fuck you, apartment. Fuck you for not having a radiator in my room; and fuck you for being inhabited by otherwise nice people who never, ever properly clean up after themselves in the kitchen; and fuck you extra hard, in an uncomfortable place, for not having any goddamn hot water today. I had to teach today, and the best I could do was dump cold water on my hair and put on more deodorant. Ew.

Smells aside, class wasn't a total disaster, I don't think; no more than usual, anyway. The only super embarrassing part of today was when someone asked me if I could do something with the lights because there was a glare on the board or something and I got all spastic and confused and in the end the students decided they didn't care so much about seeing the board if it meant having to help me figure out the lights in the lecture room. That particular situation probably would have been almost identical in English -- I'm just a spaz about shit like that, when there are a bunch of knobs and buttons and a bunch of people trying to tell me what to do with them -- but that's not very face-saving.