Monday, November 17, 2003
I suspect I am consuming old bologna. All I hope for now is that my body evicts it from the correct end.at 1:04 PM
I have not consulted The Father further about tuition matters, primarily because I know full well he hasn't thought about the subject since I phoned him Friday. He ignores every problem I bring up until I wave it in his face, and even then he usually manages to evade finding a reasonable solution. The Father is a stinky-puss grouchy-face.
Like most people, I make a concerted effort to avoid complaining and feel mildly guilty when I do. However, The Father keeps turning my plans upside-down! He's not such a nasty fellow, really, but I would probably love him greater if he had a lot more money and a little more sense.
Oi weh, the things with which I must contend...
