I don't have to feel a deep guilt if I don't fix my daughter a snack when she gets home from school and I let her fix it myself, do I? I don't know where these pangs of intense guilt over silly little things comes from. Was such guilt instilled in me by the nuns and priests in grades one through five in Catholic school. Shouldn't I have gotten over any guilt indoctrination that they had instilled in me by now. I was eleven when I left Catholic school. I'm 49 now.

I was thinking this morning about my youngest son. I'm often thinking about my youngest son. He is a senior in high school. It is a big time for both of us. I mean what the fuck does he do next. He wants to go to the expensive and hard to get into Art Institute of Chicago. I'm not sure why he wants to go here, but I suspect that it has something to do with wanting to get out of the house. Plus, this other kid told him that it was a good school.

I looked it up on Google. The Art Museum next to it rocks. They have a Picasso. They have a