April 5th, 2005

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I'm feeling down, Zack is feeling down, and I meet with my bankruptcy attorney today. Whee. And my new friend is taking her autistic daughter to be evaluated, which she feels is guaranteed to produce "Mommy they're trying to *kill* me" levels of two-year-old tantrum. Oddly, I'd find that an easier problem to deal with, but it's *not* my problem and I don't have to deal with it. Directly, anyway.

[Checks for falling meteors. Negative.] Well, that's one good thing for the day; no flaming fireballs. Let's go from there and see what can improve.