God, this spring break blows...bites.....sucks. Whatever term seems fit for you, that's what it is. And to think -- it only just started. I see I've lost you. No matter. I shall explain, and everything will be made clear shortly.
What am I supposed to do? Tch, I find myself asking that question every friggin' minute of this dreadful break. Why is that? There's nothing more torturous to a child than keeping him locked up in his house with chores to do, crap to clean, homework to do, work to go to, and other things I won't bother to mension. This is soooooo boring. And when I'm bored, I get mad for some reason. I'm mad when I'm bored because I