i should tell you i'm disaster...

my young jules was home today, sick w/103 degree temperature. the doc took blood from her finger (she didn't cry; she said, look mommy its magic, as they sucked her blood up that tube thing) and they didn't like her white blood cell count. what does that mean? well, considering i had a cranky and crying baby trying to color, i didn't get a chance to really hear more than, keep your eye on her and if she has a fever tomorrow bring her straight in for more blood work.

i have (well, was supposed to have) my 1st formal student teaching observation tomorrow. my prof. just called and said not to worry she'll reschedule (what a fucking angel she is. i love her!) juliet seems okay ish right now (she's been asleep for 3 hours, and has been getting a lot of rest) so i hope that the fever is gone tomorrow. cuz i don't want anything serious to be wrong w/her.

lyzz is leaving on saturday to go back to north carolina. her husband is coming home from iraq for at least 6 months before they may ship him off again. we're going to try to see jackass number 2 friday night to say goodbye.

tomorrow is our 11 year anniversary. isn't that a very long time?

mrs. moscato died yesterday. i am heartbroken. tonight was adam's wake, and everyone who attended was just sick over how sad and awful it was. i think echo station and infectious by nature are doing a benefit show on the 29th of this very month. i have no details. when i do i'll share.

i feel nauseous. i will now retire to bed.

and i just was wondering, why are people so fucking negative? why do they take a good time or even an emotional time, and turn it into a negative energy shit fest? just pondering. i think i have to stop speaking to people. for a long time.