Tick...Tick...Tick...BOOM!

It seriously is time for me to surrender my worst habits before they thoroughly kick my ass. First, the booze, then the cigarettes, and, finally, Sara. I know booze rots the liver and cigarettes cause cancer to the lungs, and Sara breaks the heart.

Rangeley has been kind to the children and me. We are thriving and surviving. Green has given way to cold white. My students are working hard at producing while some are busting their asses at avoiding work.

Sara is with her German paramour again. "It's fate," she declared he declared. "What were the chances of him having a training in America at this time just four hours away?" Uh, since you told me he could do this any time a few months ago I'd say pretty damn good. She felt "guilty", she "owed him" since he had taken her to Italy. What a fucking asshole she is, totally playing me like the king's biggest dumb ass ever. "He's my friend. I told him I'd pick him up at the airport..." and blow him and fuck him for a fun-filled week at your local ski resort. I hate her. I absolutely despise her. I need to rid her once again from my space.