I gave a couple of detentions that the kids didn't show up to, which tells me I need to give them detention cards or something. It's too easy for them to forget (and I know that because it's so easy for me to forget -- one kid showed up after school today and I couldn't for the life of me remember what he'd done

I write the kids name and the date on the board. They have three days to show up for their detention. If not, they get a referral on the 4th day.

I am going to bed now, since I got three whole hours of sleep last night. Email me with any questions, Em, or just to gripe.

You WILL be ok. You're bigger, meaner and have better hair!

You're bigger, meaner and have better hair!

We'll smite the snarly mean kids for you. Or just cheer you up. Perhaps with chocolate or porn. The cheering, the kids don't get treats until they stop being frustrating.

Cass - what are you doing here? Are you passing on zee wheeee? You are missing out.

(Emily) I'm sure it will improve. The first week can be so hard - I'm filled with anxiety jitters about it, and I've had much longer to prepare for my situation than you've had. I've at least had time to think out some of my routines.

Zee sinus migraine and zee cat of not eating have slain zee wheee.

Tuna solved the second issue to a tiny degree where kibble, canned food and chicken failed. She's gonna get her feline butt hauled to the vet if she doesn't fatten up and eat something. Of course those lead to massive kitty panic attacks. I just want her to eat well, dammit.

I am thinking a sharp blow to the head might deal with the first. Potentially.

New hair: [link]

VERY NICE

It's all sex-ah!

The front phone photos didn't do it justice, so I didn't upload them.

Oh Cass. Apetite of gusto to your kitty. Your frustration is my frustration's twin.

Only I'm massively aggravated with myself right now.

After all the vet-going, bill-paying, anxiety-having with Bartleby this week, I somehow didn't pay attention to the fact that I left my work bag in the room where I leave the pooch when I'm out. I left for a few minutes to go talk to my landlord about cutting back some ivy where I think he may have picked up whatever gave him food poisoning. And to pick up the chicken I've been boiling for his superbland meals.

In the bag? In the room with a half-starved dog? Roughly a half cup of raw almonds.

Yup, my healthy work snack ended up in the dog.

I have absolutely no idea what impact this will have on his 'irritable' innards.

I could kick myself from here to hell.

No 'action' on our walk tonight. Gosh, perhaps his intestines are BRICKED UP.