We will, we will gas you

No one ever fricking comments on this journal. I know you're reading! but you're not talking!

In the other room, my little neighbors Rhianna and Assante are taking care of Vi, I am paying them $2 and $7 an hour to be here. They are listening to Radio Disney, which is playing "We Will Rock You," and they are punctuating each downbeat with a firm blast on the whoopee cushion. Awesome!

I had a nice little birthday gathering for myself last night. We played Pictionary and ate the killer, flawless pineapple upside down cake I made. I successfully drew "parade" by drawing a line of stick figures with batons, but my "torpedo" looked like an octopus. I forgot they should be going sideways, not up in the air like a rocket. I never am able to make the drawings in my head come out on the page. Ms. Iris was quite good at guessing what I was doing, however, she is a smart kid. And a better drawer than me.

OK I'm paying for this time, I'm going to stare into space. That is worth $9 an hour, how sad.