I feel like such an irresponsible dumbass. Kitty gave me a lesson in female anatomy last night, then we curled up on the couch in the staff house til midnight. I was supposed be back at ten. Worm, Peabody, and Blender, and Filly, were all a little pissed. I felt bad about it, but I just couldn’t bring myself to come back. Not with her laying in my arms. I’m gonna try and visit her next Wednesday. She was trying to figure out what we could do, and I was tempted to say “We could go make out.” I’m such a hornball, but I’m no good, and I haven’t come yet. She seems to know what she’s doing, it just hasn’t worked. I need to find some techniques. Ugh. I can’t believe I’m writing about this. dumbass hornball. Only 24 more hours of kids. It seems so much harder this year. I feel less patient with the kids and just get more insane every year. I feel really burnt out.

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