not a whole lot to report lately. we have a class in session this week, so not much time to write. i've been mostly trying to keep myself busy and outta trouble. went to shabbydee's last night to celebrate his turning a tiny bit older. he's still just a pup. i mostly just watch those guys play x-box and laugh my ass off as they drive their pink humvees off the sides of cliffs and shit. it's quite entertaining. (i never play, though. i like the laughing-at much better than the being-laughed-at. i'm chickenshit.)

i'm also taking care of squeek's and fu's fishies. (crocket and tubbs, remember?) i tell you, it's a lot of pressure, man. i mean, every day i go over there, and i just sit and stare at them for like ten minutes to make sure they're still breathing. i mean they just lay there! who can tell? i've already had visions of a brady-bunch style panicked run to the pet store, holding a dead fish in one hand, frantically searching for one that could pass for the fallen warrior. if you guys are reading this, the fish are totally fine; i just have a lot of angst. and please don't ever ask me to watch your kids!! i mean, with kids there ain't even any glass to tap on.

no real interesting characters in my class this time. they are all very nice and enthusiastic. well there is one woman who collects barbies ... she has over 400! 400 barbies?? crikey! that's the makings of a horror movie right there, people.

well, i guess that's all for now. i have a secret, but i want to keep you all guessing. or maybe i don't have a secret, but i want to convince you to keep reading so i won't be lonely.