It's getting close to the end of the school year. I can tell.
Z brought me a page of story homework that is nothing but one sentence with the word "very" written close to fifty times (to fill up the page, you see).
...and I let him turn it in.
Because, gosh, it's getting really hard to care!
Friday, May 15, 2015
I have a sneaky feeling that some brilliant doctor somewhere worked really hard to make sure the side-effects to my painkillers were just gawdawful.
"These are gonna make you feel really, REALLY good, so we're just gonna encourage you not to get addicted. Here, have severe nausea."