May 20, 2009 (140/365)

I'm still in Dysfunctional-Land, and unfortunately, I'm tall enough to enjoy all the rides. Having whipped out that clever snark, I've got little more to say. The oldest is frantically talking to himself while working on L's computer. (I can't tell you how thrillingly on edge that makes me.) The middle remains a cute, lazy leech, unobtrusively sucking all the blood she can get. The youngest is out trying to reclaim bits of the pre-graduation night he got screwed out of. The girl is vacillating between passive-aggressive annoyance and hand-wringing fear.