Broke up over the weekend. Between slowly realising I'm not the manic-neurotic one in this relationship and a partner whose libido had Iodine-131's half-life, it's kinda surprising we lasted almost six months. Still, I haven't felt this bummed by a break-up in a while. My teaching-thing is going OK, but I'm beginning to see why there wasn't much competition for the post. So, every other weekend, I basically go to the school and do the same material eight times, four on each day. Not that I didn't expect it from the job description, but dang, super-duper kudos to primary/secondary teachers for enduring this daily. Since my brain wasn't exactly up to anything serious this week, I ended up reading the first seven volumes Gotrek and Felix whenever not trying to kick my steaming pile of math forward at work. They're in that ambigious zone between not-bad-for-fantasy and straight-up guilty pleasure, but fun for what they are.