So after our most dismal arrival … consisting of drunken delirious fathers and crying mothers and questions like “Am I driving you to school?? Come on, come on … it’s morning right?” Directed towards me. At night. (No kidding, when I walked through the door the first thing he asked me was why I was up so early … not how was your drive or even did you just get here?). So it seems as if he not only missed a good 12 hrs. between day and night, but approx. 10 yrs. on top of that. I spent most of the day yesterday licking my wounds and attempting to conquer technology -- failing miserably, of course. By the way … if any of you own a Creative MP3 player (I just bought the Zen Vision:M) and
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