well here i am, back on PAE, dreaded block schedule and approval codes in hand. i saw yama yesterday, he said the school finally kicked The Bowler out (too many credits, already. get out.) me, i struggled to not be a horror story (stuck for 5+ years) and i would have got out in four flat, if not for the fact that rocks really bore me.

but ah, here we go again.

new glasses place at ward warehouse is really cool. i found frames i'd actually wear outside. Eugene's Brother and i are going to have matching frames. i want a lisa loeb-ish pair also. glasses as an affordable accessory, whodathunk? i better call d. he needs new specs, too.

so now i have to call mrs., the nanny-needer. argh, i'm terrible at saying no. i get into all kinds of crap because sometimes i just don't have what it takes to say "sorry, no." or even just "no." i don't think it has much to do with being overly nice, or even just nice. it's more ... i hate disappointing people, which for me has more to do with myself than it has to do with them. you catch? anyway, of course, saying "yes" or "maybe" and then saying "no" worsens the situation that much ... here, hold my hand as i make the call.

squeeze!

grk. i thought i could get away with leaving a message on the home answering machine, but husband answered and took my message and curtly accepted my apology ("quite alright. better this than dragging out the process"). ok, i'm shitty. i'm shitty! what was i thinking, saying maybe i'll be your nanny?!?!

shitty.

but that's done with. i need a pepsi. i also need mail. here is a poll, e-mail me what you think of: restaurant cutlery theft. heinous? giggle-worthy sport? totally tasteless? send me your stories, especially if you a) work in food service, b) have gotten caught, or c) are a professional utensil thief and have ever scored anything larger than a steak knife.