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Mwah, I love you all. You knew that, right?

I felt really bad for Little Joe today. Joe is having problems with a, ah, bigger member of my class, and being the silent type that he is, he has mostly ignored it up to this point. I have to admire his calmness, I couldn't hold my temper worth beans as long as he has. Well, today was finally the last straw. We were having a "Make Your Own Sundae" for dessert at lunch wherein they provide you with about 5 different toppings and a dish of vanilla ice cream... and the kid dumped his all over Joe. He didn't even bother to make it look like an accident. Just, schoomp. One minute Joe was his clean, lively self, and the next he was covered in vanilla ice cream and warm chocolate sauce. He calmly stood up and walked out of the office. I felt really bad because he's one of my best friends and there was nothing I could do. Actually, I gave the guy what-for, but then the lunch monitor started yelling at me for yelling and stopped me in the middle of a tirade. One perfectly good tirade, gone kaput. Oh well.

And then Rachel mentioned to me that her party on Sunday is her birthday party. I have no money. Methinks I will burn her a CD or five. And I thought her birthday was in the end of March. Honestly, what kind of Lizwise am I?

And, Grandma update: They're still running tests. Hospital room v. dismal. Would go mad.