I need something. I don’t know what I need. I just know I need something. I have a lot of angry words for Dan Murphy in response to his condescending lecture at the end of last night. Personal, emotional words describing the pain and injustices that Knox County Schools has inflicted on my children. Anger at his claim that I don’t know hardship after fighting tooth and nail to get this system to provide Tommy the education he deserves. Angry words that won’t be voiced, because they won’t help. Words have proven to be meaningless. I guess I don’t need PTO, which is a shame because if I got anything out of this experience, it’s relationships with the media. I’ve abused the grandparents’ childcare too much this month, so I don’t need a night out. Retail therapy isn’t an option. I guess I just need to cry it out and wake up with a better attitude tomorrow.