Sometimes a Boring Life's a Blessing
Other than the job interview, the big excitement for today was Phil bringing home groceries. It's been about three weeks, and we were poorly stocked before that. We were quite literally running out of food, yet resolute in not going out to eat because we're trying not to spend money. Among the crucial items we had none of: tortillas, butter, cheese, canned tomatoes, potatoes, vegetable oil, etc. etc. etc.
I never knew how much I relied on butter until I didn't have it anymore.
I didn't go in to work in the morning, and they didn't try and call me in.
Phil's cousin, whose body is killing its own red blood cells (they're being produced, then killed), had his spleen surgically removed today. They've got no idea what's causing it. Next stop: chemotherapy. Where's Dr. House when you need him?
Tomorrow should be odd, as I've been essentially banned from the house all evening because there's a bachelor's party going on. I'm not entirely sure how I'm getting places, and I'm really not sure where I'm sleeping or how/when I'm getting home.
I never knew how much I relied on butter until I didn't have it anymore.
I didn't go in to work in the morning, and they didn't try and call me in.
Phil's cousin, whose body is killing its own red blood cells (they're being produced, then killed), had his spleen surgically removed today. They've got no idea what's causing it. Next stop: chemotherapy. Where's Dr. House when you need him?
Tomorrow should be odd, as I've been essentially banned from the house all evening because there's a bachelor's party going on. I'm not entirely sure how I'm getting places, and I'm really not sure where I'm sleeping or how/when I'm getting home.