I want to eat a watermelon. Like right now. And I'm gonna.
David wore the empathy belly last night at class and I realized that he already had a lot of empathy. He didn't pretend it was easy to roll out of bed, unlike all the other dads who were jumping around squeezing the boobies and saying "why are you always complaining then?" You should never put a redneck in a suit with big boobies. This is a good lesson for everyone. They have some kind of reflex that makes them incapable of humane interaction with others when faced with such over-stimulation. But they are funny nonetheless.
I miss school and I'm ready to get back.
I'm already tired of elastic pants. (I never ever thought I could tire of elastic pants! Who woulda thunk it?)
It's cheaper to go to the hospital and get cut open than it is to take a Golden Retriever to the vet. By quite a lot, actually.
And I realize that this is the most I've written about my adventure to date. Don't expect much more.