Things could be worse. Life could be as it is on Torchwood, the show on BBC. Aliens could be possessing our children. We should consider ourselves lucky that poison spewing aliens haven't latched on to our prepubescents.
Or what about this--we could be living in True Blood territory, a world full of evil maenids, hungry vampires, and plotting shapeshifters--not to mention psychopathic Christians.
Worse yet, we could be forced into prostitution after we lose custody of our kids, our houses burn down, and the economy tanks--the situation in Hung. The good news for our protagonist there, of course, is the hung part.
If life were like Weeds, we'd be on the run with a newborn baby, chased by a psychopathic Mexican politician and his evil henchwoman and henchman. Our children could be selling pot, our friends basically insane, and our lives in shambles. The good news there? Nancy drives a Prius.
So this week, as I bitched and moaned myself into migraine, I suddenly stumbled upon a way of looking at 140 essays, 30 stories, and a few chapters to read as a frigging blessing. As I inputed grades last night, I thought, "Stop your whinging! No vampire is ready to rip our your jugular! No alien has attached itself to your children! You don't have to go out and sell your body! You aren't on the lamb with a newborn!"
Who knew TV had such an amazing calming effect--violent TV, even. Who knew that the thought of not watching my house burn down would be such a stress reliever.
And the best news? I'm done with all the reading, at least most of it. Here's to a couple of weeks off.
Causes Jessica Inclán Supports
Women for Women International Goodwill Industries Lindsey Wildlife Museum Freecycle.org