It gets the worst at night

The things that matter, we forget and those that don't, we remember all so well. Funny ain't it?
I hate having stomach cramps. The cramps are getting a hell lot more bearable. I no longer have to writher on my bed like a spastic snake. But they're still pretty much there so bummer for me.
Friday with the kids:
We spent a good 15 minutes deciding who farted cause the room really stank. seriously. ugh. Productive class time don't you think!
The kids are amazing at remembering things. Maybe I should have kept that in mind when I screamed fuck after slamming my knee into the wooden table. The whole bunch of them started chanting that after me! And that was when it was almost time for them to go home!!! Imagine what would have happened if their parents had walked in on them chanting fuck! *shudders* There goes my job man. Actually on second thought, that doesn't sound too bad an idea does it now?
And yes it gets the worst at night. =(
I love lazy Saturday afternoons. When you're dead bored, you end up blogging about boring, random stuff. gah. I AM boring.