and really bad eggs...
my brother is in the hospital, but not to worry because at least they're going to finally find out what's wrong with him. last news i heard he was pleading desperately with the night nurse not to put the i.v. in his arm. i don't think he was winning, however.
my mom seems suprisingly calm seeing as how he's being admitted and everything, but when i was talking to her i could hear her inhalation as she sucked on a cigarette. i should be giving her shit but something tells me that now wouldn't be the most appropriate time.
i'm sleeping in tomorrow. mark my words.
and i'm going to watch finding nemo.
right now.
p.s. invisible monsters by chuck palahniuk is simultaneously amazing and also amazingly depressing. he says things that make you see yourself as a completely selfish, concieted, ungreatful asshole and when you stop reading you are truly ashamed of yourself. and at the same time, you realize that we all do it and there is no getting around it. it's human nature to feel the way that we do about ourselves and no one will understand what i'm saying unless they've read it too. i'm only about half way through it and already i'm infinitely more greatful for my life being what it is than i was before i started.
p.p.s. the movie the cooler is excellent, although that, too, is depressing in a way. there are parts that are intentionally funny and there are parts that are quite difficult to watch. william h. macy is my dawg.
i have to start avoiding depressing things, because it's fucking me up.