10-5-01 F 9:02 AM

My teeth need a jackhammer, or a mathematician, to solve this calculus problem. The alarm released anthrax into the room. Ada vaccinated me with kisses and smiles. I turned the radio off. Showered. Drank coffee. Crapped. Skipped shaving—and brushing my teeth, from the feel of them. I had no breakfast and forgot my vitamin. The baby is an accomplished dancer. Most babies just ben their knees to the beat, but she has advanced to taps and jigs. I drove to school. Bonds tied McGwire last night. Ricky passed Cobb. It was a bad day for the white man. I have to correct these math tests. Call “Smush” at ten. I can audition today at 4:30 or next Friday. My sister is coming up today, but my mom is not coming after all. What a long time it has taken to fill this journal. Mariachi and Akbar left messages last night. Simone called to invite us to some parties. We’re going out to Riverside again tomorrow to meet with the lender. I hope we’re done by 12:30 so I can see #3 Oklahoma vs. #5 Texas. I should take some Exedrine today. I’d rather have a cheeseburger, though. My game is at 1:30 at Pasadena High. I guess I’ll try to finish the season, and then I’ll be done with it. Take up golfing. The kids are reading a story about a poor peddler who would rather pass up a fortune in silver than burden his donkey. What a jackass! ----Rochelle and Ada just stopped by class to tell me they’re taking the car. I have to do some more CELDTing after lunch today. A sub will take over for me, and I’ll pull out some kids to test one at a time. I say to the kids, “Say what you hear.” Then, I say, “Man,” and if they say “man” correctly, I fill in a bubble and if they don’t, I fill in a different bubble. It’s like that for fifty-nine items. Takes about twenty minutes per kid. I know. I know. It’s hard to believe the people who dream this shit up and get money to make it happen. I’d rather be fighting terrorists. I’m hungry. I want a smoke. I’m hungry. Haven’t talked to Walters in a while. What else? You what the answer to that question is? : Nothing.

The problem with Islam in particular and religion is general is that anyone who’s sure their faith is right and everyone else’s wrong is an asshole. We should round them into concentration camps and preheat the ovens. We should not tolerate intolerance. The “Doom to the unbelievers” crowd should be eradicated. We should burn some books.