Monday, March 17, 2003
at 5:51 AMDu Bist Ein Obstkuchen
I ate an orange a moment ago. I feel its acids confronting the acids in my stomach. I think my stomach acids are going to win this one; nothing messes with my stomach and lives to tell about it.
The Father disappeared into his bedroom, presumably to write up his bills. He also plans to pay my three hundred dollar school deposit. After he does that there ought to be no turning back. Ausgezeichnet.
April informed me Donna's parents live in a world in which they believe Donna should attend Loyola University rather than Trinity (which is, of course, where she wants to go).
I pity my friends who have parents to contend with. April's parents could not care less where she goes; the fact that she's going away somewhere distresses them.
I do not work until five-thirty. This gives me plenty of time to research Tokugawa Ieyasu for Japanese class or to make a run to Kinko's, but I believe The Father intends to finish planting flower beds in the backyard today. Dadgummit. I'll play a game on the computer instead.
