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The heat is getting oppressive around here. It's actually not the heat, but the humidity that sucks. It's out of control. It's so humid that my hair isn't dry yet after being out of the shower over more than 4 hours. Last night the air was so still, and it was just so hot. It took me forever to fall asleep. It's so hot that it makes it hard to do anything. This weekend...all in all...sucked hardcore. It wasn't just the heat.
I got a black eye on friday night. I was trying to take a tick out of the dogs tummy and she kicked me in the face. I have doggy claw marks all the way from my hairline across my eye and down my cheek. My eye is swolen shut and all purple. It's really nasty. I'm just glad that it didn't happen before anything important. I really have nowhere to go and no one to see for the next week...so I guess it's okay. It's just really ugly and hurts a lot. I can't sneeze or anything...yuk.
My mom had the livingroom painted...as before said, it's white. yuk. I got over the color, because I'm only going to be here for 2 more weeks...so it really doesn't matter what color it is. The pain was just that we had to take everything out of the room and then put it all pack, and then my mom went on a cleaning spree...which wouldn't be all that bad if it weren't so freakin hot.
This was my last weekend with the moms. Next weekend she's going to be away, and then the weekend after she comes home saturday night and I leave Sunday morning. I feel really bad that she's not going to be home longer, but if she had actually helped me with the flight arrangements...or been any help AT ALL, I would have had more information and make the tickets for a different time. So I don't feel all that bad about the whole thing.
Nomar was traded to the Chicago Cubs...last night I was so upset. However, since it was too damn hot to sleep last night, I was able to think about it a lot more and now I'm okay with the whole thing. Boston will survive without him...and life will go on. Perhaps he'll even be back for next season...you never know. A little hope never killed anyone...
I got a black eye on friday night. I was trying to take a tick out of the dogs tummy and she kicked me in the face. I have doggy claw marks all the way from my hairline across my eye and down my cheek. My eye is swolen shut and all purple. It's really nasty. I'm just glad that it didn't happen before anything important. I really have nowhere to go and no one to see for the next week...so I guess it's okay. It's just really ugly and hurts a lot. I can't sneeze or anything...yuk.
My mom had the livingroom painted...as before said, it's white. yuk. I got over the color, because I'm only going to be here for 2 more weeks...so it really doesn't matter what color it is. The pain was just that we had to take everything out of the room and then put it all pack, and then my mom went on a cleaning spree...which wouldn't be all that bad if it weren't so freakin hot.
This was my last weekend with the moms. Next weekend she's going to be away, and then the weekend after she comes home saturday night and I leave Sunday morning. I feel really bad that she's not going to be home longer, but if she had actually helped me with the flight arrangements...or been any help AT ALL, I would have had more information and make the tickets for a different time. So I don't feel all that bad about the whole thing.
Nomar was traded to the Chicago Cubs...last night I was so upset. However, since it was too damn hot to sleep last night, I was able to think about it a lot more and now I'm okay with the whole thing. Boston will survive without him...and life will go on. Perhaps he'll even be back for next season...you never know. A little hope never killed anyone...