Notes on the previous entry

Note 1: If I was a teacher reading, "well your aloud to sleep and have tea whith me tonight I said", I'm afraid I'd snort a great big bubble out of my nose. And then I'd have some explaining to do, young lady.

Note 2: As he looked through my writing pad, covered in groovy, psychedelic paper, Grumpy marvelled at now neat and symmetrical all my drawings were. He thought they were hilarious. I pointed out to him that any psychologist who knew my background would say that I was a screwed-up little kid trying to create order in what she saw as a chaotic, unreliable world. Then he felt guilty. I leaned back with a self-satisfied smirk and thought, "My work here is done."