I don't know. Sometimes I am totally okay with that, and sometimes it makes me lose. my. mind.

And where are those spotlights coming from??? Sometime I need to go for a drive to find them. It's probably some rinky dink little car dealer. The kind with the shady salesman who sells you a lemon and says, "It's a real beut!!"

Also, if Jose doesn't stop sitting right in front of me and coughing, I'm gonna make him sit elsewhere. Somewhere it doesn't matter if he doesn't cover his mouth, because this is crazy. And maybe any kids I catch chewing on the community pencils should be made to write with CRAYON.

I can't believe Nixon was president.