From an e-mail I just wrote:
Today was pretty fcking alright. My kids did some amazing stuff in class tonight, and afterwards I went for dinner with my co-teacher and cleared lots of things up. Now I'm drinking tea, have the house to myself for a couple hours, music is going, I'm sitting on my new and beloved couch. Pretty fcking alright.For what happened to me earlier in the day, read entries from
cocolola and
mintwaster. Except they forgot to mention specifically my 1/3 pound pork kieblasa on a bun with mustard and cheese I inhaled, which is good because what else would I write about here?