Actually, let's start with more important shit. Nicole is home from the hospital right now. She is comfy on her badass mattress whirling from the effects of the Darvocet, I imagine. Tomorrow I will walk the mile or so to her place carrying a tv, because she was unable to get one from Rachael. I wish I had a series of straps and securing ( Read more... )

I wish I could say she's doing well. She had a badbadbad reaction to the anesthetic used during her ovary surgery, so this time around she had a meeting with the anesthesiologist and discussed that. The plan was that a different chemical (or combination of, I don't know these things) would be used this run. Imagine my disappointment to hear that ( Read more... )

If you read here regularly you probably know that I have a close longtime friend named Nicole ( Read more... )

My sister got married yesterday. It was just a little thing down at city hall, but it was nice ( Read more... )

But then everyone will be able to see how I think ( Read more... )

The Subject Is: so much i'm sure i can't possibly cover it ( Read more... )

I walked into the final room, and it was just as splendid as the rest of the house. The androgynous older gentleman to my right made a small gesture indicating the chair across the room, which is turned away from me, and I felt a bit relieved. The entire house had been on the warm side already, so the fireplace (situated oddly near the doorway) ( Read more... )

What's with the fucking emotions today?!

Am I finally going to punch somebody?
Am I finally going to cry?
And why do I feel like giggling two seconds later?

I'm back from Toronto. I was supposed to get here and go straight to work from the bus station, but I don't feel good. Uncharacteristically, I called work to see if they thought they could get by this evening without me, and my boss says "I can cover your cooking shift, but I really hope you can make it in at eight." I forgot about the meeting ( Read more... )

*swippy sticks his tongue out at spriite ( Read more... )