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The conversation with the principal about "Perhaps the school should alert parents to the fact that their kids are on facebook" did
not go quite as planned, since for example he did not know that his own
school has a facebook page. He thought I was warning him THERE IS PRON ON THE INTERNETS!! which I was actually on like, the fifth book in that series, but whatever: baby steps.

Last week there was also a conflict with the gym teacher; he apparently thought
that we were making fun of him with our very politely worded "Please excuse Squire from the whole-class detention" letter. The
guy has some respect issues, as do I, so we started at least with that
in common. I was kind of outraged about the whole situation; Friar seemed to be afraid I was going to go in and actually kick the
guy's teeth in. Apparently he didn't
understand that I have to get really angry as a form of girding. Maybe it's my Cold War upbringing but my thought is that I need
to be armed, not that I need to fire. Naturally when I went in there my
intention was to make sure that we're all on the side of getting my
child as well educated as possible. I was all California smiles and charm. My people skilz are unfathomable so now we're all best friends and stuff; I know
all about his daughters and his cottage and his 10 year break from
teaching and his blood pressure and alla that. And he has a better
understanding of Squire, and wheee, job well done awesome high five to
myself.

"Unemployment" (by which I mean: no longer collecting a steady predictable paycheck)
is not really all that bad; I've got enough work coming to keep my
devil's playthings busy. I do spend a lot of time reading and a lot of time looking up stupid crap that I have no actual interest in, and I watched the entire first season of GLEE in basically one sitting, but ehn, things are happening. The brain surgeons keep giving me work, and then fun little things along the way, like a job reading a book for a recording for blind people.

Yesterday
Squire and I cleaned his room. It's basically the first time I've set
foot in there since September (I call "goodnight" from the doorway,
because whoa! he is messy.) I generally
believe that you should be allowed to keep your own room, but like, not when you can barely open the door, so it was time for an intervention. FIVE HOURS, yo. Mostly
because the archaeological significance of many things had to be
appreciated for a few minutes, which my Pave The Earth housekeeping
style does not understand and so I had to have frequent breaks to keep from screaming. But anyway, it got done.

I am distressed by people who do not understand LOLCATS grammar and try
to make up their own, like they think it's just speaking English badly rather than any actual structure. Also
irritated all out of proportion by people who "loveeeeeeee" things. It
is a silent E; you are not emphasizing anything by typing it a dozen
times. Yeah, so I'm going to go to Prague for a bit and take care of an actual baby until I
can start thinking like a grown-up again. Wish for pretty weather for me!