Emmett's a senior in high school this year. So it's almost over, le nub.

Still. So stressful. And whenever we have a fight (which is maybe two or three times a year) there's no protective padding, no armor. It goes right back to old wounds, cutting to bone and sinew. It gets fierce and unforgiving like no other relationship. Because there's too much fucking history and too much fucking at stake.

Oh my god, these Charmin commercials with the bears. What has happened to our society?

I blame people. They're the worst.

Oh Burrell, you have been dealing with so much. If I thought I could help in any way that is sufficient, I would.

I spent last night at Huntington in a meeting. I need to stop doing that and I need to resign from volunteering.

I am really disturbed by how upset I am that my University has switched to Pepsi products. Why is Pepsi everywhere! I hate carrying in soda.

That would annoy me, too, Sophia. I rarely actually drink soda anymore, but when I do want it I want it to be Diet Coke and not having that in the vending machines would be aggravating.

In fact, I was just thinking yesterday that I need to develop some kind of Diet Coke filled truffle for those days when all I want is chocolate and Diet Coke all day.

Work can just take a flying leap. I'm taking vacation for the first time since December. If you didn't get back to me last week when I sent out a request for info with the vacation caveat, too late now.

I don't drink soda very much either, but a walk to the vending machine to get a nice crisp diet coke is one of my stress coping strategies. Ah well, really not a big problem in the scheme of things

My office has a Pepsi-branded vending machine, but they fill it with Diet Coke. I love them.

Heh, Sophia, what you should do is bring a cooler full of Coke cans to work each day and sell them to your coworkers at a suitable markup. Take that, The Man!

I am looking for a like button, Theo and Jessica!