Oh, the Pressure

Now that I know that I actually have a few readers, I have pointedly set about NOT posting. I cannot handle the pressure of knowing that someone is looking for what I might say next -- I inevitably will let them down. First, because I am not profound or clever in my posts. Second, I have become incredibly busy of late primarily because I have procrastinated too much -- had to take an incomplete in linguistics to avoid having a "B" tarnish my otherwise already tarnished GPA. I have to finish all of the course work, but the professor and I made a deal -- I still give it my "all" and he'll give me an incomplete that will turn into a permanent incomplete after 6 months. After all, I didn't need the course -- I shouldn't suffer for academic curiosity (according to my prof -- but curiosity killed the cat, right?).

Speaking of "pressure" -- here's a Lia update: She has a really bad bladder infection. That's pressure! This is good. It means I am not a horrible mother. It means I am not using faulty training techniques. It means she's not stupid. She really can't hold her pee-pee. Yeah! Bladder infection! This is good and it only cost me another fucking $75.00.