10:01 pm - Monday, Jul. 07, 2003
Easy Bri and her blue painted feet
To looooooove somebody, to lo-uh-uh-ove somebody, baby yeah. Yeah. Shoo be-do-bop.
I have so much shit to say about my job, but I'm going to bed instead. Because really - I spend 3/4 of my waking hours there, and I don't want to waste the precious few that I have left rehashing it. All that matters in the end is that I made it through the day. Not HOW I did it, or HOW much paint was on the carpet, or HOW mad the parents are at me. I can just scratch another day off my calender with my big purple marker, and know that this too shall pass. Tomorrow should be fine. The kids have tennis at 10:30, and we're all going to the pool at 12:30....we can stay until 2:30... home by three, watch a movie, and there's another day cross off. I'm just throwing them back like cheap beer now. Giver. Vancouver, here I come.
