NyQuil Rocks

Ok, I'm back from the brink of death. Anyone who has ever sent their child to school sick should be beaten with a mallet. I don't care what your reason; you are a scum-sucking selfish pissbag. Thank God for NyQuil! At least you're asleep, and don't care that you may be dying.

I've been trying to find a dr. so I can refill my anxiety meds, but I can't reach anyone while they're in the office. On my lunch, they're out of the office at lunch. At 3 pm, they're not taking calls for the rest of the day. Do these bastards have to pay bills like the rest of us? I've noticed my anxiety level rising steadily, and I've got to do something. It's awful when an idea creeps into my head, and I can't let it go. For some reason, I had the feeling that something awful was going to happen to my dog today, and in spite of a very good day, whenever I was alone, the thought would return. I nearly had a full-blown panic attack over the last mile to the house. Geez, being nuts isn't all it's cracked up to be. I think losing Ilia has made a lot of my anxiety resurface. I hate this; why can't I just deal with shit like everyone else- you know-- road rage!?

Oh, btw, stinky dad's son thinks I have a "fuckin awesom rack". I know this because another teacher took a note from him, and Bill put it on the bulletin board in the teacher's lounge (yes, he IS a rat-bastard). I rarely go down there, so apparently it's been there since Thurs. Do you think I should ask the kid what he thinks of my ass?

Shit, I've gotta get ready for tomorrow-- Open House!!! Blah... so much to do, and not nearly enough time to do it. Sorry so brief and self-pitying; I'll try for more later. Sadly, as I found out today, I can't get into blogs from school...sigh.

Have a great day, all!