Compilation bitching
I have to make this right quick, so:
One of my kids, Tall Andy, had been having a shit week and beat up a special ed kid on Friday. (Okay, I made it worse than it sounds b/c the other kid is only special ed b/c he has Oppositional Defiance Disorder, he's not physically disabled and he's quite smart. But mean. Smart enough to know who's having a bad day; mean enough to pick on them. And, apparently, he finally picked on the wrong one.) I am really not a fan of this special ed kid, but that sure as hell doesn't excuse Tall Andy's actions; you simply cannot solve jack shit by hitting someone. It just makes them hate you harder.
So, there's that.
Insomnia's back. No real need for discussion there.
One of my closest friends left on Monday for Israel, and he won't be back for about 5 months, at which point, I'll be gone.
Another of my friends likes to compile her IMs/texts/facebook chats/emails/WHATEVER between her and her prospective boyfriends and forward them to me. And I have got to say that at first, it was okay. Now it's getting way too explicit for my level of comfort of what I care to know about her between-the-sheets-life. Hoo boy. I've so got to tell her to edit juuuust a tad more.
And I'm generally cranky. I have to cut myself off here, or I'll be whining from here to kingdom come.
One of my kids, Tall Andy, had been having a shit week and beat up a special ed kid on Friday. (Okay, I made it worse than it sounds b/c the other kid is only special ed b/c he has Oppositional Defiance Disorder, he's not physically disabled and he's quite smart. But mean. Smart enough to know who's having a bad day; mean enough to pick on them. And, apparently, he finally picked on the wrong one.) I am really not a fan of this special ed kid, but that sure as hell doesn't excuse Tall Andy's actions; you simply cannot solve jack shit by hitting someone. It just makes them hate you harder.
So, there's that.
Insomnia's back. No real need for discussion there.
One of my closest friends left on Monday for Israel, and he won't be back for about 5 months, at which point, I'll be gone.
Another of my friends likes to compile her IMs/texts/facebook chats/emails/WHATEVER between her and her prospective boyfriends and forward them to me. And I have got to say that at first, it was okay. Now it's getting way too explicit for my level of comfort of what I care to know about her between-the-sheets-life. Hoo boy. I've so got to tell her to edit juuuust a tad more.
And I'm generally cranky. I have to cut myself off here, or I'll be whining from here to kingdom come.