I think I need to update my journal more. The problem is I'm not really doing anything worth talking about. I'm working in a daycare. That's right. Every day I'm in charge of 12-15 two-year-olds. It's Hell, there's no other word for it, but little kids really are cute. It's good I had this experience, though. It has completely erased any doubt I may have had about ever having kids. No matter how cute these kids are I have NEVER felt as relieved as I do when I get to leave work every day. (Not to mention any kid I did have would be really fuckin' weird.)
I've spent all day today reading online book reviews and political blogs. It really makes me feel useless. Here are people that have busy, important lives and they still have time to bother with things they think are important. And even more miraculously people read them and listen to what they have to say. I would love to have an online book review site, or a political commentary blog of some sort. But then there's the diemma that people really don't care what the fuck I think about politics, and they really don't give a shit about the books I read. I wish I could find a job where I could be paid a lot of money for giving incoherent, boring opinions that no one really cares about. But I guess Fox News isn't hiring psychology majors.
on the funny side:
and because I haven't posted one in a while:
(I had a dream about him last night, so I guess that really makes him a man of my dreams :o)