good, bad, i'm the guy with the gun.

[ebcdic]

according to flightaware, the parents are currently flying over quebec on their way to dublin. getting them to the airport was a bloody nightmare because not only were six different expressways/roads merging into one point, but that point had been narrowed down to one lane due to construction. considering that i hardly ever drive on expressways these days, it was nerve-wracking, to say the least. somehow, everyone arrived all in one piece and on-time though despite the utter morons around me.

since then, i've been hanging out on the couch with vinni as he insists that he must be right next to me at all times now lest i leave him too. so i was watching stuff i dvr'd ages ago and then got lost in a book. actually, the book is making me feel a bit strange as it's like watching my entire episode through everyone else's eyes. i actually asked my mom the other day what it as like to get that phone call. i know it would be best to let it go, but it bothers me that this entire block of my memory is missing and no matter how many questions i ask, i'm really never going to get it back.

lately, i hear this narration in my head. like when i would get an idea for a fanfic, only this is a new voice. something very different. i should really write it all down before it slips away but what would i do with it then? perhaps the creative brother and i could put together a short-story collection. ha.

tomorrow, i need to get things done around the house instead of being a lazy sod like i normally am on days off.