First, I’ve been sick as hell. It would appear that the last week of February and the first week of March are the window of opportunity for illness when it comes to my immune system. Maybe the antibodies are on general strike, like French transit workers in July. I hate it. This time last year was the Case of the Exploding Appendix, for those who care to recall. As a matter of fact, today is the anniversary of said explosion, though tomorrow is the anniversary of the surgery.
Notwithstanding my appendix, Apple is graciously opening a store here in Canada this spring. May 21 is the day the disposable income dies. Apple is so cool it takes the likes of Pauly Shore to counterbalance them and maintain stability in the universe. Thanks Apple, in advance.
My middle kid turned 8 yesterday. He’s a great kid. Too smart by half. There’s no story here. I just wanted to say that I feel awful for him. He’s a middle child. He’s a sensitive kid. And no matter what I do, no matter with what intentions, gets messed up somehow. I truly believe this kid is going to grow up to hate me. I don’t want my son to hate me.
Except in the usual teenage way.