New Slave

I have a new slave. Her name is Darbie. She is named after her father. Her father is Big Darbie, and she is Little Darbie.
The exterminator came today and sprayed the apartments.
Daisy is getting better at holding it.
I burned my arm the other day. I had forgotten about it, but it just started to itch. Now that I look at it, I have a pretty good mark going on.
Anna is playing the piano. She signed up to take piano lessons again with the woman who first started teaching Anna when she was just a wee little tyke.
Joel is apparently a ninja-lawyer. This does not surprise me.
Joel is also apparently coming down to see us this weekend while he is on spring break from law school.
I get to see Project 86 Friday and Saturday night. I think Joel is coming with me on Saturday night. He might even like it. One of the opening bands is of the celtic-punk persuasion, which seems right up his alley.
The Restart guy brought Darbie by for the first time yesterday. She's fourteen. She was expelled for beating up another girl. She likes dancing. She wants to be a pediatrician.
Blue.
I folded four loads of laundry while listening to Project 86. Anna laughed at my head-banging.
Mike didn't come by to pay his rent today. I saw him late tonight. I'm guessing he'll be by tomorrow.
The month of March is just a long waiting game until April finally arrives with the glories of the MLB regular season.
People who read this blog: Person who Google blog searched "Anna and Jon"
Some random Pennsylvanian did a Google blog search of "Anna and Jon." I can only suppose that they are a retarded female. Why would anyone think "Anna and Jon" was a specific enough search to get any meaningful results?