I'm so far gone now, do you want to take me on?
The weather was horrible yesterday. There were a couple of tornadoes and the storms were raging so badly that many trees came down and the power kept flickering on and off. Of course, all of this had to start right about the time I usually leave work. I ended up staying later just to avoid being swept away. When I got home, it was still really bad, so I ended up curled up on the couch with the dog and we read a book together.
Apathy and Other Small Victories by Paul Neilan is possibly the most hilarious book I have ever read in my life. When I was reading it on the train, I had to bite my fist to prevent myself from unleashing gales of hysterical laughter. As you can probably guess by the title, the main character is a total slacker. It isn't so much the stuff that happens to him as his reaction to it that makes it so funny. The guy exaggerates the hell out of everything but in this clever way that makes you think. I could seriously sit here and quote the whole book to you, but I won't. Just go read it and then we can discuss the merits of a BDSM relationship with a guinea pig.
I have to go see Dr. M tonight and I really don't want to because my parents are out of town, which means that I have the house all to myself for once. Really, I don't even have anything to say to the guy right now. I mean, other than the fact that I'm not really sleeping at night, but that happens every year about this time.
Tomorrow is my grandmother's 90th birthday. It's a long story, but basically, we had made plans to take her out on Sunday and she decided she'd rather spend time with one of my cousins who barely speaks to her even though we're the only ones that visit her on a regular basis and we take care of all her bills and such. To this I say, whatever. At least I don't have to listen to her make racist comments about the wait staff and/or go on about how George W. Bush is her personal Jesus.
Apathy and Other Small Victories by Paul Neilan is possibly the most hilarious book I have ever read in my life. When I was reading it on the train, I had to bite my fist to prevent myself from unleashing gales of hysterical laughter. As you can probably guess by the title, the main character is a total slacker. It isn't so much the stuff that happens to him as his reaction to it that makes it so funny. The guy exaggerates the hell out of everything but in this clever way that makes you think. I could seriously sit here and quote the whole book to you, but I won't. Just go read it and then we can discuss the merits of a BDSM relationship with a guinea pig.
I have to go see Dr. M tonight and I really don't want to because my parents are out of town, which means that I have the house all to myself for once. Really, I don't even have anything to say to the guy right now. I mean, other than the fact that I'm not really sleeping at night, but that happens every year about this time.
Tomorrow is my grandmother's 90th birthday. It's a long story, but basically, we had made plans to take her out on Sunday and she decided she'd rather spend time with one of my cousins who barely speaks to her even though we're the only ones that visit her on a regular basis and we take care of all her bills and such. To this I say, whatever. At least I don't have to listen to her make racist comments about the wait staff and/or go on about how George W. Bush is her personal Jesus.