Feb 18, 2006 22:51
So Paul is schizophrenic. Apparently, he had it when he was a child, but it went away or something, and now it's back, hardcore. So he is still in the Psychiatric Ward. Getting the help he needs. Sadly, Cracker Barrel will not hire Gabe now, because Gabe put Paul as a refference, and yea... they "don't want another Paul" even though, Gabe is nothing like Paul. So totally unfair.
The heat went off in the townhouse again. This sucks. We cant' get it started again. I'm frickin freezing. Though apparently it's colder outside than it is in here. It feels like I am still outside though. My poor cats must be freezing as well. Burrrrrrr. And Brad was supposed to be making a quick run, and would be right back, and it's been like, an hour or so, so I am guessing he and I aren't do anything. Since he works at 11am, and I have to wake up and take him to work. He has a flat tire, completely flat, down to the rim, and he doesn't have the key to get his tire out of his wheel lock, so he's effed there. Told him he should have spent the Christmas money his mom gave him for new tires on a $300.00 ipod. Silly boy.
Anyway, I think I'm going to go have some chocolate coke cake. Yummy.