Since Jake's sentencing ("Subject-verb-object?"), he's got to take these chemical-dependancy classes. I can't figure out what the classes are for, exactly... If you want to learn how to be chemically dependent, live in dormitory housing for a year. If you want to learn how NOT to be chemically dependent, go on probation... Right?
Anyway, my dear Jake is at one of these classes at the moment (known affectionately as "fingerpainting classes"), so I'm here by myself, and he can't remember my password, so I get to talk ALL kinds of dirt about Jake's ass....
Heh! Behold the power of being alone and on the computer...