Today.

In a word, it sucked. My shoes got soaked trudging a whole block in the rainy slushy snow. Soaked and cold. Ana couldn't go outside, because of aforementioned wet shoes and slush, so she was pissed - and it showed. That kid had so many time-outs in the morning, we may as well have just stuck a revolving door on her room. We ended up painting, drawing, gluing - that wasn't so bad. I ended up being the one to organize Ana's toys - that wasn't so bad.

I came home, the heat's not on because the fuel company has decided to screw us over. Again. Why we haven't changed fuel companies yet, I *don't* know.

So I'm cold. And tired. And I didn't eat much until just a little while ago (we got Chinese). And I'm bored.

Ugh. Here's hoping tomorrow is better. Maybe I'll go to the bookstore, if I don't have to hang around and listen for the fuel guys.

Taken from *everyone*

Spanish-speaking. School. Suspension. This, too, sucks.

I have got to get the fuck out of this entire universe. Quick, can somebody school me in the sort of physics required to move from one universe to another (and back again if, say, I don't like the food)?