Crash

Today was a blah day at school. Nothing really good happened and nothing really bad happened either. Then there was all this stuff to do after school and I don't know if it's really going on or I've just been blind lately, but it feels like they've bussed in like a trillion tourists this week and they're ALL IN MY WAY.

Like even if I'm not in a touristy area, they've gotten lost from Times Square and are directly in my path, taking pictures of tall buildings or authentic New York kids (I always give the finger when tourists try to take a picture of me) with their fag bags around their waists and bright white sneakers they bought special for the trip.

Anyway. We get home and I had been all prepared to make a regular healthy dinner but then something in me snapped and all I could make was mac & cheese and we all ate out of the same bowl.

Oh yeah, and last night I accidentally left a candle burning all through the night. Crap.

And I think Alex is getting sick. She did something really retarted and potentially deadly yesterday and then today she banged into doorways twice and tripped up a curb. Or maybe she's about to have a growth spurt. I don't know. Something is coming.

The point is, I'm in a shitty mood. And if somebody would knock on the door and like ... hand me a present, that would be good. Flowers, fancy soap, popcorn, a hug, whatever. I just want to feel special.