Gaper...I mean Grapes...I mean Gripes...

I'm going crazy. So the principal at my school is "out", and we have a retired substitute principal. This lady is making me loose my hair..and if you know me you know that is THE sole importance in life...hair. Let's start with the micromanaging. Yes, I did go to the bathroom and I am sure I flushed the toilet. Then we get to the yard stick with red paper attached trying to symbolize to 8th graders, to stop talking...Yes, 8th graders. This lady walks down the hallways in her slacks and sneakers, delegating and interrupting. She's like a bad cough that just won't go away.

Next, welle get to a sad sad moment I had tonight. My favorite Mexican BYO, where I frequent often....as they were closing, I noticed a pot of leftover refriend beans, uncovered, dried up, and sitting on the stove. You bet your bottom dollar someone will be eating those tommorow night for dinner.

I hate it when I get all dressed up, ready to go out, and the night turns into a buzzkill. And I don't mean your friend with bad breath close talking...I mean a bar you loved was closed, or you get oil from your chicken fajitas all over your shirt.

I decided I am getting a little cold, so I decided to come home and douse myself in vitamins. And twizzlers NIBS.

And lastly, if you are a delivery person at Marathon Grill and do not know how to get to

15th and locust, you should probably quit. Thanks.