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260 entries back on my flist...
God am I glad that the weekends on my list tend to be slow.
AAAAH. PoT came out while I was gone! Or, you know, after I went to sleep the night before I left.
I love how I'm like 'okay, gotta look at that, that, that...' ~opens tab, opens tab, opens tab~
And my Japanese homework still isn't completely done. MOSTLY done. But not completely done.
And not being able to eat fast food without really painful tummy aches SUCKS.
Edit:
Oh, and I love how my family managed to forget I'm a serious pain in the ass. I am. I am a SERIOUS pain in the ass. So, last night? Mom, Dad, Juliet and I were all in the same room. Mom was the only one who got a decent night's sleep. Between Dad's death rattle and the fact Mom sounds like a slightly muffled fog horn... Juliet and I were doomed. And the beds were crap.
Breakfast was not satisfying.
So on the way back to the hotel room to loiter while Mom, Juliet, and Maggie went to mass I was noticing Dad's limp. He's cutting back on the painmeds for his post-herpatic neuralgia, so he limps sometimes. Well, I was like 'hey, dad, need any help? A stretcher? Wheel chair? Cane?'
And Maggie of course starts cracking up. Because if nothing else, I am the most humorous sounding non helpful person ever. The joke, actually, was on Maggie. Since later that day she tripped on the steps down from my sister's house and sprained her foot. So on the way out of Tricia's recital she's limping, in pain, etc.
Me: Sure you don't want Matt (her husband) to carry you? Or I saw a handicapped lift around here somewhere.... ~innocent~
Maggie: Oh you're funny. :P
God am I glad that the weekends on my list tend to be slow.
AAAAH. PoT came out while I was gone! Or, you know, after I went to sleep the night before I left.
I love how I'm like 'okay, gotta look at that, that, that...' ~opens tab, opens tab, opens tab~
And my Japanese homework still isn't completely done. MOSTLY done. But not completely done.
And not being able to eat fast food without really painful tummy aches SUCKS.
Edit:
Oh, and I love how my family managed to forget I'm a serious pain in the ass. I am. I am a SERIOUS pain in the ass. So, last night? Mom, Dad, Juliet and I were all in the same room. Mom was the only one who got a decent night's sleep. Between Dad's death rattle and the fact Mom sounds like a slightly muffled fog horn... Juliet and I were doomed. And the beds were crap.
Breakfast was not satisfying.
So on the way back to the hotel room to loiter while Mom, Juliet, and Maggie went to mass I was noticing Dad's limp. He's cutting back on the painmeds for his post-herpatic neuralgia, so he limps sometimes. Well, I was like 'hey, dad, need any help? A stretcher? Wheel chair? Cane?'
And Maggie of course starts cracking up. Because if nothing else, I am the most humorous sounding non helpful person ever. The joke, actually, was on Maggie. Since later that day she tripped on the steps down from my sister's house and sprained her foot. So on the way out of Tricia's recital she's limping, in pain, etc.
Me: Sure you don't want Matt (her husband) to carry you? Or I saw a handicapped lift around here somewhere.... ~innocent~
Maggie: Oh you're funny. :P