  The kids of the Family are SICK. We're talking fever, snottiness irritabilty, and a general malaise that wafts throughout the house. The baby, being fussy, slept on me today; he didn't want to go back to his crib. Sitting there, with a feverish, snot ridden baby made me thing about maternal feelings, and whether or not I have them. I think I do, somewhere, I like kids, I espcially like when they're quiet, but they're gross a lot of the time, dirty most of the time, and loud a fair bit of the time. I enjoy kids and babies company overall, but I don't feel an overwhelming urge to cuddle them, pick them up and kiss them or anything, and, emphatically, newborns are not cute. They're weird little wrinkled pink things, more like alien raisins than fellow human beings. But if I had to choose between being in a room with kids, or adults, kids would win. On the other hand, if it were kids, adults, and animals, animals would win, paws down. Fricken Kurt needs an indoor voice; waking me up this morning at five am, talking with Jacen the mouth piece.
However, he was ridicously happy to talk to Jacen, how could anyone be mad at that? I suppose I could blame Jacen and all his damn talking; but Jacen is the one person I can't seem to ever get mad at. Ever. God knows how he does it. Reading "The Beauty Myth" by Naomi Wolf right now. It's good, but I refrained from taking it home, as I should moderate myself on reading or watching anything inflamatory.
Watching "Bowling for Columbine" pissed me off about the World In General for weeks. "Bitch", well, I still think about "Bitch". What I need are some nice, quality comic books. Anyways, that's it for now. Remember not to eat snow, and also, evil never wins.
Ever.
Jeez, i wonder when the last time i had a shower was? 
