Not that you care, but...

Now we've had our four minutes in court.

The Presiding Official declared that Chris was the father, that we had no Medicaid expenses for the birth, and that should we separate we will split equal custody of her. I love public assistance. The court doesn't give a crap about our first daughter because we didn't receive food stamps or Medicaid. This one gets the special treatment because - you guessed it - we're poor. And I got to nurse the baby the whole time!

In other news, some bread gives Pearl colic, as we learned today. And Lola is cranky when tired. And helping non-native English speakers with their artificially-translated essays is amazingly tiring, but still a good thing to do.

And let's hear it for the Wiggles. Are they gay or what? They're just too wholesome.

That's my boring life. Why in the hell is it so hard to just think?

Now I watch Kill Bill.