three of the kids at the brand-name tutoring center i work for have listed my super sweet sixteen as their favorite tv show. the part that kills me is the part where we don't even have a space for the kids to write down their favorite book. and that in itself is so annoying to me that i don't even have the patience to address the idiocy of 6a's latest venture into nannying.
one more hour and i'm going home early (or boss1 could be on a six-hour break and boss2, who didn't come in until one, could leave for lunch at three! that could happen too! fabulous!) for a lot of sex, beer, pizza, and bowling. and then tomorrow i get to go to a movie with my favorite redhead, et al., and sunday i have bowling and maybe more pizza with my longtime companda. oh, weekend, thank god you're here. now i don't have to kill anyone.