Tootsie's Sweet 16.

In IRS class. I hope it's not a problem to leave early today. And I hope that exchanging B's pants doesn't cause a problem either. He has been so moody and cranky since yesterday. I hope he comes out of it soon.

It is so humid today that I know my hair will be ruined by Tootsie's party tonight. The lights in this room are dull fluorescent and it feels as if there is a huge gray cloud casting its shadow across the cold tile floor. My eyes grow heavy. (But please, no drill!!!)