I did it! I finished writing about Chicago! I realize now that I cut out just about every story featuring the Rat, for reasons I still can't fathom. Like how we were sitting around on Saturday and I was trying to trick him into opening the fridge so that he could smell the horror. We were both giggling like mad. Or that the apartment he wants to move into most recently housed a gay brothel, so the joke is that he'll be quitting his job at the poster store to make money the easy way. I told the Boy that if he pissed me off, he'd have to stay behind in the brothel. "The two-man brothel! We can match your taste: one dude likes dudes, the other one is a skinny straight punk. Make one happy! Make the other squeal like a pig!"

And such and such.

Also, I put up a new splash page. I figure I've only got 2 1/2 months to go before I put the Sprout announcement on my splash and pretend that I don't have a big ugly diary lurking in the background. Would it work? Would my family merely delete the subdirectory name and find a link to my journal on the site index??

I just don't know.

This is your entry, kids. I've got too much to do today, even though I've been working like a mad thing all weekend. That's the fun - I can change up teacher homework with housework with journal stuff with Buffy watching and never feel too pressured. Of course, I haven't left the house since Friday evening, but I'm happy. Teacher happy, which is different from civilian happy.

1 year ago today: "yeah, we're all shits. but at least he's hot."