Oct 16, 2009 16:38
Today my ex-boyfriend or ex-manslag or whatever came in with his midget little Seeker and made me check to see if some sort of VD went to her brain, it was all I could do not to kill him where he stood for being such a ridiculous pain in my fucking arse. It was more how drunk she was at 1 PM that bothered me and that wasn't his main concern. And there's the story I can't tell you. I HATE HIM, AND IF HE COMES IN AGAIN I'M SENDING HIM PACKING.
I don't know if I should tell Nicole.
New era, new year, new students for the Healing school on the way. Right now the Headmaster's looking into the allotment of time and scheduling, making his decisions; I've made my recommendations but I think by now we all know how it's going to go.
It's times like this I miss Cath. I was never supposed to be a teacher, and if she were here, the hours wouldn't get cut.
We're halfway through our research grant paperwork, me and Tim, we're going to see what we can manage. I don't expect much funding but I doubt we'll need it.
Bryce is nearly a year old, bright as anything, social little bugger, he's never happier than when he's with a lot of people or someone around his age. Obviously got that from me.
Why can't I think straight UGH
I think I'll take a nap before I pick Bryce up from Jesse's mum, she always says she wants to see him more anyway.