Distractions

I'm sitting here at work with two kids' programs in front of me.
I need to come up with a Health lesson for our he/she student, which shouldn't be hard to do.
Puberty for boys... and girls?
I need to assign our twelve-year-old gang enthusiast something for Life Management.
Some video about prison maybe. Preferably with allusions to butt-sex.
The sixteen-year old father of two needs a rewrite since he doesn't make it to class enough. He's too busy working two jobs and spending the wee hours of the morning placating the egos of two hormonal, drama-ridden females.
But I keep getting distracted.

I keep staring out the window at my beautiful new car that will most likely commence to killing me every month for the next five years while my credit score builds and builds and I pay loads of money to "the man."
But who cares. When I leave this place at 4pm, all the angst and negativity just melts away. I crank my mix cd, and drive my mind far away home.