sending out the exam ma~ to gloomcookie - and yup, I started at 10.

Hi Bitches. I'm in a craptastic mood.

juliana, I'm sorry. I know you worked hard, and I'm sorry you're having to go through this. If there's anything at all I can do, let me know.

Hi Bitches. I'm in a craptastic mood.

What? Didn't you see me post the review of the apocalyptic zombie novel upthread?

I'll just sit with Raq in the craptastique mood corner. but I have to spell it in a fancier way. Because I am annoyed by the money - and I know once the 15th rolls around it won't bug me. We are in the normal cycle of things. I just don't like it.

Didn't you see me post the review of the apocalyptic zombie novel upthread?

Yes, but not even that could stop me from sliding into this mood, although it did offer a small bright spark. I think Frank Zappa may be the soundtrack for that book.

(digs back through thread)

You know, this bit is sort of how I feel right now:

He loves these new children, but He doesn't love you. They are more interesting than you. They are beautiful, psychotic, magical, sex-crazed, and deadly. They are turning your cities into apocalyptic chaos, and there's nothing you can do about it ...

You know, this bit is sort of how I feel right now:

Maybe you should buy that book then, because it does follow the unloved-by-God humans as they hook up with Satan and try to redefine their lives.

A powerful, hopeful metaphor for all of us!

Dude...I'm a Wire fan. If you wanna bum me out, you're gonna have to try harder. Can some of the unloved by god humans be kids warehoused in godawful public schools? OMG...that thing with Wallace.

I'll sit in the craptastic mood corner with Raq.

It should not take 20 minutes to check out at the grocery store...even if one has $150 in groceries. I had THE most inept cashier ever. I'm so upset, I'll probably never go back to that grocery store again...especially the way they embarrassed me for using my food stamps card.

I'm now home, though, and eating a yummy sandwhich with cheetos.

Oh, as a side note...one should maybe not grocery shop while on steroids. One might spend, say, $40 on chips, etc.

OK, I bit. I went and looked it up on Amazon (because hey, there's no bad mood for which Retail Therapy is not the answer!), and wow, deep in the techno-fetish world! I suppose that's where cyberpunk has ended up.

I think I may get it and put one of those flowery chintz bookcovers over it.

Dylan and I just took Annabel by daycare to turn in her paperwork and show Dylan her classroom. When we got to the classroom, they were starting book time--the teacher had a board book, and she was talking about what was in it and having the children point to the red truck, the newspapers, etc.

Annabel didn't want to sit in a chair around the table with the other children. When the teacher showed her the book and asked her to point to the red truck, she tried to rip the book from her hands, refused to sit in her chair, and went off to play with toys by herself.

Please tell me she'll learn and not be an antisocial out-of-control brat forever.