calculatus eliminatus

Everyone loves you when you’re a freelancer. Or temporary. There’s a certain Je ne sais quoi about someone who isn’t … More

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Eight days since I’ve had a chance to quietly sit and type something longer than a lame-assed fuckbook status blob. … More

Day four of preschool. Mimi’s weeping now elicits my handing her to a teacher and running for the door. Last … More

It went well. If that’s what you’re asking, which I assume it is. The girls first day of preschool went … More

It is 4:13 a.m. I just deleted the paragraph I had written about how I want out of Facebook, but … More

What a shit day. And not literally. Just really crappy. How in God’s name did my own mother raise THREE … More

That’s right. Two thirty. Dark outside. Family sleeping. Cats sleeping. Normal people sleeping. It has been a strange ten days … More

I don’t think I have a problem with children. Especially my own. I like and love my dear daughters. Even … More

I stopped myself at medium strength fruity vodka drink #2 this evening. I could have mixed myself a third, but … More

I’m sure there will be many honeymoons followed by horrors. The ladies are toddlers after all. Terriffic and very terrible. … More