drawing #36: lion in the waiting room.

drawing #33: costume day.

WHEN: At the end of a stupid day. I had been grumpy (even churlish) all day, tired and baggy-eyed and sick of being asked to feign interest in things I didn't care about and kids I found unpleasant.

There, I said it.

Sometimes I hate kids.

WHAT IT MEANS: I'm really hoping this isn't some sublimated humiliation fantasy - making kids wear ridiculous costumes in retaliation for being a pain in the ass. It looks too cute for that. Maybe it's the non-depressive side of my brain attempting to lighten my day through a dose of adorable levity. Or maybe I was secretly hoping the costume would eat the kid.

drawing #11: we will ride this ugly pig to victory.

WHEN: Just now, while attempting to install an internet filter on some new computers. Shortly after discussing what things are appropriate for kids to draw and write about with my boss - a discussion which is always awkward, because I was one of those kids writing about blowing up my school or setting things on fire when I was lil' wee tyke.

WHAT IT MEANS: Maybe - and this is just speculation, mind you - maybe I secretly want my boss to censor the kids' work, because if the kids are thinking about knives, then it's only a matter of time until they actually get knives, and then they will drive all of us into the sea at the head of their pointed hands.

drawing #7: nails stick up to get beat down.

Damn their little orphan Annie eyes. And their monumental hammers.