10-17-01 Th 6:25 AM

Aboard the U.S.S. Shitter. Trying to decide whether to go to school today. I had been planning on not going because I was so full of resentment, and I wanted to call Riverside to see what job I could get. But I don't feel that resentful today, and if I find work in Riverside, it's six months until we move there, and I'd have a six-hundred- mile commute each week until then. Still, I ought to go out and do some legwork ahead of time. I guess I should use my sick days. But shouldn't I save them for days when I am too filled with resentment? I sent out resumes for two other jobs last night. I'll need days off if they decide to interview me. Or maybe I should blow it all off and take Rochelle and Ada to Disneyland. I've debarked the Shitter. On the couch. Searching the TV for something to think. Called a sub. It's cold this morning. I put on the heater, sweats, socks, and a jacket. Anthrax is all over the TV. I don't think it can get out. But is it spreading? I'm hungry. Maybe I'll have some eggs for breakfast. Poor old Ashcroft doesn't look like he's getting much sleep. I think the white crazies are behind the anthrax. The Braves beat the D'Backs, but the Yanks won yesterday. Petitte looked great. What else? Rochelle and the baby are up now. The baby came over to say, "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaa." And I said it back to her. Lulu has brought in a lime she harvested from the tree out back. She and the baby are having a game of keep away. I wonder if Lulu's horrible shitty farts are from eating limes.

I've got to take a shower and read the news and figure out what to do. Ada has another tooth now. She's drinking milk and farting it through her lips and having great fun doing so. She has a milk beard. I typed fifteen minutes at night school last night. I had forty-two students last night.