10-15-01 M 10:27 AM 

Wilshire Hill. I'm going to resign this week. I asked Ms. Adams to get me in touch with Ms. Sneech to ask her how she did it. Ms. Adams wouldn't give me Ms. Sneech's number but said she would give her mine. Thanks a lot. GIP and I drove up to Red Rock on Saturday night. We sat in traffic on Sunset for an hour with no radio. Had no mojo. A girl came to talk to us, but we bored her away. I lost a game of darts. Came home at around one thirty. Jerked a stiff. ~~ We won our game yesterday, eight to five. A ball grazed my beer belly, and I got on and scored. Got called out on strikes, popped up, and sacrifice bunted. I'm still 0 for the season, 0 for three games, 0 for 10 with seven strikeouts. Ugh. Yesterday, 0 for 2, only one strikeout. And the pitchers aren't any good. I just suck. Three pick-off throws got past me at first. I don't know whose errors they were, but I'm sure everyone was connecting the misplays to my own suckitude. Whatever. I watched the Yanks beat the A's at Mariachi's. The do-or-die game is tonight. I have to go to work. Ugh. Rochelle called from work and asked me to pick her up in Orange County. I paused before I said OK. That pause got me in trouble. I don't even want to go into it. I just want to go to Taco Bell and resign from teaching elementary school at Wilshire Hill. ~ I haven't read the Sunday paper. I went to bed early and woke up many times in the middle of the night. I woke up at three and then again at four. By then, I was wide awake. I could have gotten up and read the paper, but I just lay there. I have to get out of this job. Tomorrow is Back to School Night. Goodie goodie. Lunch isn't for another 20 minutes.