Saturday, March 19, 2005
Suit people came for the debate tournament, which perhaps indicates the food court will be open. I would like a sandwich.
Two weeks later, The Father sent an e-mail requesting my password so he could access the incomplete FAFSA I saved... and here, I thought the worst of him, when he was merely inconsiderate.
Ahh... I do love the darkness.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 12:06 PM]