A Pile of Words

Woke up and stumbled downstairs to be greeted by Sophie complaining bitterly about some kind of smell in the kitchen that I can't detect. It must be at the 4 1/2 foot tall level or something. I'll take out the trash, little one... Jeez!

Eliz was up a lot in the night so I'm assuming she won't go to camp again today. It's a shame because it's field trip day and she gets to go play mini golf. Or maybe that's not something she wants to do, I don't know anymore. Everything has changed since she's turned 12. What's out is in and what's in is out.

Today I will go to the library followed by a trip to Menlo Park to look at one of their reference books, the Encyclopedia of Psychology, that I have to annotate for the class wiki. Maybe while I"m there I"ll try to answer some of the questions I have to answer from the next set of reference questions.

After I'm there for a little while I'll go to Doc Alphabet's office and get all riled up again. I'm told it's good for me to purge these feelings but somehow it feels like I"m just indulging myself. Whatever, I'll go and I"ll see what happens.

Remind me to put the trash out to the curb tonight. It's piled up quite a bit.

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[Ms. Jane]

Jo - we're all meeting at my house at 6 tomorrow and carpooling over to the restaurant, then coming back to my house for cake.