I got up this morning w/ a bug up my ass - in the night, my laptop half-croaked with a terrible blue screen that said infinite loop, dumping physical memory and I thought 'hmm good thing I didn't buy that house' and then all of a sudden I was pissed off (again), chafing at having to think small/scared - so I got up, stuck a plaid skirt on, and headed out to Whiteyton to drop in unannounced on the classrooms the boys'd be in if I moved.

Every kid should have a small class size and the right to play an instrument in band (the same way that they should all have healthcare), and they don't, not here.

Reproach and Desire clash in my chest like waves against a breaker
playlist:

"How Can I Be Sure," Shelby Lynne
jack johnson - gone
"My Love Is," Holly Golightly
bonus track: Rockapella, Gangsta's Paradise (Coolio)