Lousy day. Big shock.

Weather: 36 degrees (feels like 27); hazy with more rain on the way
Mood: Effing lousy
Hair: Who knows
Listening to: See below

Random thoughts over the course of the afternoon.

k.d. lang “hymns of the 49th parallel”

Update on Sparky’s bus situation: The principal’s reaction yesterday when I told him the ratfink’s name was “Oh, of course. Yes, we know N.” I found out after school that both N. and Sparky were called to the office and Mr. H. talked to both of them, to Sparky alone afterward. Apparently he reiterated what we’d been saying. N. sits behind the driver because he has been ‘assigned’ to sit there based on his behavior. Sparky has now been told (by me) to sit behind N. a couple of rows.

On the bus after school, N. asked Sparky why he ratted him out. And then asked what kind of proof Sparky had that N. really had been beating on him. My first reaction would have been, “Well, duh, bruises, moron” but Sparky is smarter than that. He just said (and I can’t do this as deadpan and emotionlessly as he repeated what he said, so you’ll have to imagine):

“Video.
Cameras.”

To which N. responded, “Oh, fuck.” (Sparky told me he just said, “Oh.” I mouthed, “Oh, fuck” and he said, “Yeah, that’s actually what N. said.”). I started laughing; best I’ve felt in days!

Whew—dealt with. I hope.
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Steve Earle “El Corazon”
Nina Simone “The Masters”
Squeeze “Piccadilly Collection”

Today’s best book title: Vaginas: An Owner’s Manual.
Question: doesn’t that make it sound a bit like the average owner has more than one?

Quote for today, from An Apology for Autumn, by David Turrill: “I’ve often wondered how many deep and thorny theological questions would have definitive answers, had Mary and Joseph owned a camera.”
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As the perfect ending for the day, I've not only put my foot in my mouth professionally and personally out of sheer crankiness, but managed to get it stuck there, possibly for the remainder of the week at least. Which I knew was bound to happen--it always does when I'm this foul--and it's why I've been trying to make myself incommunicado.



I'm going home. Fuck it.
All.
Of.
It.