Gads. Who the FECK thought up the fecktacular concept of summer holidays? Oh, right. The teachers. It’s a good thing I love my teacher friends or else I might be in my basement cooking up poison and bombs and shit.

I think school should be mandatory 12 months per year. Also, I think there should be the option of enrolling one’s child in 24-hour school. If WalFart can do it, why can’t schools?

It’s week 3 of summer “vay-cay.”

I want to die.

Between babysitting my senile father and tying my hands behind my back so that I don’t harm my selfish, bratty, insanely NEU-FECKING-ROTIC  kid (Why the FECK can’t the grocery stores make GD sure that there are enough of those GD barrier thingies at each checkout?!!!!), I’m spent. Oh, and I’m bitchy. As hell.

Headaches? Still here. Sharp pain, almost permanently, in the left side of my head. Kind of interesting. Interesting in that it makes me want to saw off an arm to distract me from the head pain. Ok, not quite that interesting.

Must go watch Canada’s Next Top Anorexic  Model. I keep hoping they’ll inspire me to eat less due to stress. Instead, I eat more because I feel like someone should consume all the food in the world that’s NOT being eaten by the models.

Oh, right. The diet. I’ve made much progress, actually. Have managed to gain back about half of what I had lost before going to Eff Ell Eh in May. Making short order of it, poste haste or something like that. If you’d like me to forward you a copy of my Just Released diet book, let me know.

Toodles!

Kia