Really. You'll only end up being sorry. There's nothing to see here, and all you can hear is a sort of whimper. I'm really in a deep funk, and I've even lost the usual jolliness I get with my adorable little students. It's just not there, no matter how far down I reach into my bag of tricks.
There will be no details. I can't point to anything on a map. Rather, I could give you shopping lists out the wazzoo and all those things added up mean one enormous shopping cart overflowing with last straws for this camel's back. (Mix metaphors much, me?)
Red socks are on the heel flap. Big deal.
It's only 4:30 in the afternoon and I want to go to bed.