Daily Annoyances:

My birthday is tomorrow. I can't wait. Right now I can't really feel it, but I'm sure it will start to sink in around 11.

Mr. Bob doesn't seem to be giving up. At times like these I wish I were a guy.

Overheard in the supply room:

Marty wears a wig! And here we all believed for years that astro-turf was his natural hair color. Boy do we feel fooled! Now we know why his head always looks like a well-tended lawn.