Did you ever have one of those days when you go back to sleep after the 30-minute programmed snooze, and so you are already running late when the toilet stops up for no reason, and then that horrible thief-breaking-into-the-house sound thunders through the baby monitor speaker and causes you to jump and hit your elbow on the hard tiled … More Best day
Now with pictures! It’s New Year’s Eve, and I am finding it hard to type, what with being jacked up on Albuterol and all. I had heard that phrase before–“jacked up on Albuterol“–and I assumed it was some sort of anti-depressant. Turns out it’s an asthma treatment. Huh. And that’s the end of the story of … More It will take you until next year to read about my Christmas vacation
At around 1:30 in the morning last Wednesday, I became semi-consciously aware of something moving in the darkness next to my head. I opened an eye to investigate and could just slightly make out the silhouette of my enormous cat standing at the top of the bed. I know that his back legs were planted on … More The curious incident of the cat in the nighttime
A dog attempting to pick up a large plastic Easter egg with her teeth is highly amusing and entertaining.
Happy Summer Solstice. Yes, I know, Solstice was yesterday, but I was celebrating and did not spend much time on the computer. Actually, that is a lie. I forgot that yesterday was Solstice because I had no idea what day it was–as far as I’m concerned, the first sign that summer is truly underway. I … More Summer Solstice, advice needed, and a bunch of other random bits of my enthralling existence
“This isn’t Grand Central Station!” Someone in my family used to say this about the bathroom–my mom or my grandmother, maybe both–when she was trying do something that required concentration or privacy (like pee, or take a shower, or get dressed, or any number of other things) while surrounded by children. I never understood. Having … More Grand Central Station
If I had to guess what he’s thinking, I’d say it’s something along the lines of, “Look, we need to talk. Why the hell is it so cold in here? I can’t feel my ears, and if I had balls they’d be frozen solid. Are you trying to ruin my life by making me sleep … More Isn’t he the CUTEST?
Friday, December 9 Today during my 4th period class–a class that usually makes me wish I had chosen a less stressful career, like firearms testing or bounty hunting–we actually had a productive discussion. They did their work and volunteered answers to questions. They refrained from cursing. I didn’t have murderous thoughts about any of them. … More Dear Diary: