As Fiorella is sitting on the couch and keying in this blog, she is also mentally massaging every muscle in her body because she woke up feeling like she'd been beaten up during the night. And, in a way, she was--in her dreams. For some reason, her subconscious decided to review her teaching career, pull out every dumb thing she'd ever done, remind her of it, then depict her as totally unorganized to boot.
Now, Fio was sometimes dumb, but she was never unorganized so she's gotta figure out what this dream really means.
In the meantime, she's taking half a hydrocodone. Mental massage isn't cutting it.