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My computer chair is so broken now, that when I lean against the back, I'm nearly horizontal.
I guess one more thing that I'll be leaving behind.
So my dad is stuck in Rome until tomorrow afternoon. He was coming back from St. Petersberg, where he's been teaching a course for the past four weeks, and his flight was delayed, causing him to miss the connecting flight from Rome to JFK.
The trixy part is, my mom left this morning for Chicago, where she's doing this program for the job she's starting.
So today Sarah took off work to stay home with Miki/do other crap, and tomorrow it's my turn. Unfortunately, that means I'll be forced to work on Tuesday instead, so I can't go to Miki's school. I wrote Mrs. Marino (no relation to Greg Marino at Murphy, or Chris Marino, another special ed teacher in the district) a note explaining what happened, and hopefully we can reschedule.
But this buys me time, which I kind of need.
Also, it buys me a few more hours of sleep tomorrow, which I also need.
So anyone who wants to party tomorrow MORNING, r0z0rz your little s0x0rz on over, and lets do it!
My watch is definitly too broken to ignore. The second hand hasn't moved for a couple of weeks, but now the minute hand isn't workin' either. I think this is the last straw. I love this watch, but it's too fuckin' breakable. I gotta get me somethin' cheap and DURABLE!
Also, I need to smoke up with Laura and Cash (not necissarily at the same time) before I leave. That means I gotta pick some up myself, cause knowing those two, neither of them are gonna have any. I guess there goes my policy of never buying drugs for myself, but hey...this is important!
and in closing, I leave you this:
"The bustard's an elegent fowl
with minimal reason to growl
it escapes -- what would be -- illigitimacy
by the means of one fortunate vowel."
I guess one more thing that I'll be leaving behind.
So my dad is stuck in Rome until tomorrow afternoon. He was coming back from St. Petersberg, where he's been teaching a course for the past four weeks, and his flight was delayed, causing him to miss the connecting flight from Rome to JFK.
The trixy part is, my mom left this morning for Chicago, where she's doing this program for the job she's starting.
So today Sarah took off work to stay home with Miki/do other crap, and tomorrow it's my turn. Unfortunately, that means I'll be forced to work on Tuesday instead, so I can't go to Miki's school. I wrote Mrs. Marino (no relation to Greg Marino at Murphy, or Chris Marino, another special ed teacher in the district) a note explaining what happened, and hopefully we can reschedule.
But this buys me time, which I kind of need.
Also, it buys me a few more hours of sleep tomorrow, which I also need.
So anyone who wants to party tomorrow MORNING, r0z0rz your little s0x0rz on over, and lets do it!
My watch is definitly too broken to ignore. The second hand hasn't moved for a couple of weeks, but now the minute hand isn't workin' either. I think this is the last straw. I love this watch, but it's too fuckin' breakable. I gotta get me somethin' cheap and DURABLE!
Also, I need to smoke up with Laura and Cash (not necissarily at the same time) before I leave. That means I gotta pick some up myself, cause knowing those two, neither of them are gonna have any. I guess there goes my policy of never buying drugs for myself, but hey...this is important!
and in closing, I leave you this:
"The bustard's an elegent fowl
with minimal reason to growl
it escapes -- what would be -- illigitimacy
by the means of one fortunate vowel."