Wednesday, February 19, 2003
at 8:07 PMRhymes With "Casserole"
The Mongoloid decided this afternoon he would enact nearly every pathetic stage of teenage rebellion. People bend over backward to help him, and he takes advantage of it. Then, he reverses himself and accuses everyone (The Father, specifically) of oppressing him. The kid watches entirely too much television. None of his accusations hold water, except maybe on the sit coms he sees and apparently identifies himself with.
He apparently failed half of his classes again this six weeks, and he actually tried to pretend he was angry at The Father. Argh. I ought to slip a horse's head under The Mongoloid's comforter some night. That would give him something to scream about.
I went digging around the kitchen cabinet, only to discover The Father neglected to restock the family supply of Nyquil. He could forget to buy milk, bread, or cheese, and I would forgive him. Nyquil, however, is essential to my survival, and I find its absence unacceptable. I settled, instead, for Dimetapp, even though it won't conk me out.
My current spate of illness renders me with a sinus headache. Ich habe nicht gern. Es ist sehr schlecht fur meine Gesundheit. Ja.
Mr. Gregorski kindly rescheduled my Saturday detention for what must now be the sixth time. Das ist gut.
