index | archives | notes | reviews | FAQ Thursday, Jul. 24, 2008 | 12:04 a.m. [-] Six months, tick tock. Got a raise at work, finally, been there for a year, named employee of the session and promoted and still no raise. I mentally gave them two more paychecks before I asked for a raise, and one more paycheck after that before I quit to work with autistic kids for good. I'm glad I got the raise, because now it means I don't have to quit and I get to feel warm and fuzzy and valued and all that good stuff. Put up a new bookcase. So pretty, so organized, gleaming and what a good use of space ought to look like. The boy is sleeping in my bed, no glasses, breathing in and out. His face is smashed against the pillow so he looks like a sleepy fairy. But a masculine fairy. Oh, who am I kidding, he looks like a girly fairy and I wouldn't have it any other way. << | N | >> whatiscopyright.org