Dec 05, 2009 12:52
So, after staying with a friend for three days to keep some distance, I'm finally back home in my dad's apartment. I wish I could have stayed longer, but I don't like being the extra mouth to feed when I can't support putting food in the fridge, besides I was already feeling like I was coming under the weather. This morning, I wake up to a 101 temp and a incredibly sore throat. Not just that, but I recognize I'm home when I start to hear the voices cutting in through the walls.
"I'm surprised Josh didn't eat all of the food I made" "Well he's saving some of it for Peter." "Oh, yeah."
"You have a lot of room in this closet left over, why don't you use it dad?" "Peter's boxes need to go somewhere too." "Oh, yeah. Peter's"
Yup, that's right. Apparently my family keep forgetting I exist that they have to be reminded by another family member who actually kinda remembered me. This even went off and on for a good part of a half-hour as I laid in bed without saying a word.
God, I love my family.