Every single day, Aislyn has gotten off the bus and sobbed about something. We don’t know what the issue is.
Today she believed she had a spider on her head. I assured her there was no spider, but it didn’t help.
She cried about going to the bathroom. Then she cried about having a pee pee accident. Then she cried about having to change clothes.
She’s alright, now.
I tried coming home through Greenland this afternoon and shaved 10 minutes off my commute. It takes about 25 minutes to get to work via 108, but about 40 minutes to get home because of Dover High and Middle letting out. Anyway, it took about 30 minutes to get home via Greenland and the turnpike.
I had my nuts at about 1:30.
I’m still hungry though, I think.
I was complaining to my coworker about all these guys I’m avoiding right now (well, only two, really: Tan Guy and CEG, who supposedly does it to everyone but has just gotten ridiculously out of control with the staring, despite my ignoring, dirty looks, etc.). He said he thinks people like me.
I wonder what he meant by that.