Jul 07, 2007 00:28
Well... I'm sort of trying to quit smoking. Gabe hasn't smoked in two days, and neither has Kasey. But I have. Only about 5 or 6 smokes a day, though. That's a hell of a lot better than my usual pack+ a day regimen. So I guess I'm not too awful disappointed in myself. Right now I'm fresh out of smokes, though, so I don't have a choice unless I want to bug my hot-out-of-surgery mother for a couple. I'm going to hold out as long as I'm able though.
So, today I had to get up at 5:30am and go with Mom to the hospital. She had a helix in her foot (sort of like a bunyan) and got that taken care of. The surgery itself only took about half an hour, but somehow we had to be there from 6:30-11am. It was kind of lame, but oh well. So when I got home I helped her get situated, then took a long nap in the sunshine. It felt good... then she hollared at me and I had to wake up and walk her to the bathroom and fill her icecuff full of more ice. Oy vey. But she's in terrible pain, so I'm going to just be patient.
Aside from being summoned every half hour or so, I'm unable to leave the apartment for more than a short amount of time like, say, to go to the store. My dad said he'd come stay over and spell me tomorrow evening and Sunday, so hopefully I'll be going out to Aloha. I need to take that awful movie back anyway. I guess Pan's Labyrinth wasn't AWFUL, but I think the fantasy and the war didn't flow very well together. Maybe I'm just dumb.
Maybe tomorrow I'll finish cleaning my room and will be able to stand getting rid of some things. I have way too much stuff. I'd really like to have my damn bookshelves here at the apartment. Maybe I'll ask my dad to bring it over tomorrow... No that's probably a bad idea. Besides, he went ahead and loaded the shelves up with fucking movies and god knows what...
Ummm there is a really creepy oozing sound outside my window right now. Man... if goo starts flowing through that screen, I'm going to be really pissed... There, it stopped.
Anyways... I need to go to the damn laundromat. We also need some fucking furniture. A coffee table, some end tables. I'd like a chair or small loveseat or something, too. A chaise would be the shit, but those are hard to find. Or if you can find them, they're ugly and totally expensive. I want to go to the damn Salvation Army... Maybe I'll do that at some point.