Anti-Social Studies

Alex and I worked on homework from 4pm to 5:30pm. Social studies definitions and factors. Fifth grade is going to be a challenge, but I think the boy should be able to help me. He helps me find everything in the store...

Bird sitting for Grandma's stupid cockatoo or whatever the hell it is...the damned thing squawked the whole time the boy practiced his trumpet. I resisted the urge to smash the fucking bird in the fucking face. Bully for me then.

Met with Brian. Can't even think about writing anything else before I have a vehicle for releasing, announcing, and keeping track of things. I'd say it was complicated being me but that's not really true.

I just need to have my shit together before I can feel good about just hanging out again...that's not too fucked up, is it?