Me: ... if I had kids, i'd be so tempted to perform psychological experiments on them. B.F. Skinner type stuff.
Michael: Well, at least you know you're a sadist.
Me: yes, and it's a good enough reason not to breed ...
This day really isn't getting any better. I've got two hours of math lab to go to. The sun is out. I have a psych essay to write tonight. my head hurts, my neck hurts, and i'm pissed off. There's an argument i don't want to have in my near future.
work is easier than real life.
on the good side of things, i'm getting a very nice tax refund. i'm sure it will go to unfun things, like car payments and credit cards, but maybe i can put a little aside for that trip to monterey i never get to take. For whenever Michael decides he can stand me for two or three days.