03.15.05 * 7:53 p.m.

Mom came over for dinner tonight and we made reuben sandwiches. My kitchen is way too small, though, and I have no counter space.

All Mom did was complain. "I can't even make these sandwiches! There's no room!"

"So what?" I responded. "I don't ever cook anyway."

But it was nice. We drank wine and also ate some salad and she watched the first ten minutes of American Idol (I do not understand the appeal) while I did the dishes.

"You never did the dishes when you lived at home!" Mom remarked.

"They weren't my dishes."

"Yes they were -- you dirtied them."

"But they weren't mine."

It's true, though. I take care of things so much more if they belong to me, if they are a part of my space.

Anyways, that was lame.

Today in the teacher's lounge, Sexy P.E. Teacher made an appearance. I usually never see him, but he's been around a lot this week.

He made a reference to his girlfriend, however, and that made my heart sink a little.

Why is it that people get disappointed when they find out someone has a significant other, even if they aren't interested? Hm.

Back to grading midterms.

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