Poop. Poopedy-Poop-Poop.

Fine, and yours?

It's been a more literal poopy day than figurative, which is either better or worse; I haven't decided. After managing to finish the school day despite the return of what I can only call dysentery, I came home to find several paper towels on the living room and hallway rugs, which are how we mark spots that have been recently cleaned of cat poop and/or vom, so as to avoid stepping on them. Boo was a busy boy today. A little while ago, I sat down on the living room chair (which is covered by a towel) to talk to R on the phone, and I realized that I had sat in some. While we were talking (after I changed out of my jeans and put them in the wash), the Hubs came home, turned on the light in his little room and I heard, appropriately enough, "Shit!" and it was on the floor in there, too. So, poop today, and plenty of it.

I had to talk to the principal again today, which is good, I suppose, in that I got in to see him and resolved some issues, and he really is always very pleasant to me, but I just don't like it. I kid around with him and all, and that's okay, but I'd rather just not. I'm too old for that, um, crap.

My cold is still annoying, but I guess improving, I don't know. It really took a back seat to my other concerns. On the other hand, the Anatomy teacher, who hangs out in the library on her free period so we chat, LOVES me. Whatever she's teaching, I've got a problem with it. Seriously. I could be a guest lecturer in her class on the brain, the gastroinstestinal system, hearing, balance ... you name it. Her topic for today was viruses, and I'm right on top of that one. I accused her of wanting me to be her guest cadaver so she could dissect me as the best lesson of all, but she declined.

Okay, it's getting late and I'm drifting. I really liked that book I just finished, btw, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal. If you're a bit of a non-traditionalist but enjoy a good Bible story, give it a go.

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