Saw this post over in christianity, and the only thing I wanted to say was "I wish I had parents to complain about." Yesterday was the tenth anniversary of the night Meghan and I found mama not breathing, the beginning of the Year of Hell and the four awful years that followed it ( Read more... )

Henceforth, Meghan is no longer allowed to purchase fruit for home consumption. Any fruit I find will immediately goe into the trash, no exceptions, no explanations, no warning ( Read more... )

There's nothing like cracking open the laptop for the morning news-and-emails ritual and seeing about six bajillion windows open from Meghan's homework last night.

I mean, come on, why even have civilized things like tabs? I may not exactly be a neatnik, but I can't stand a cluttered, messy taskbar.

In other news, Italian exam at 13:30. I'm