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My evening of rest was abruptly diverted. I had been given a game from Professor McGonnegal, and when one landed on a square, a compartment was revealed that contained a tiny scroll and a tiny die. I was about to roll that die, and then there it was. My name, distant and somewhat urgent. I physically removed myself from the bed and took care of very basic functions.
I checked on John. He was smoking in the entry way. His chair was contorted into a position that I had not considered, and which would need to be remedied if any further function was to be involved.
I pulled on some shorts andhoped that I would not run into any neighbors. With the angle that it goes into the car, it changes weight drastically should any momentum be lost.
We got him transferred into the other chair. And he pushed the manual chair upright before I even turned around. I fixed the settings, and brought it to him so he could transfer back.
Then I cleaned up the cat barf.
I tried to find a way to fix my fitbit so I would stop getting continuous alerts that do not say what they are. It will buzz on my are to let me know there are three mysterious alerts that cannot be accessed via any known method. And then it will continue to do this throughout the day. Sometimes ten times in a row. It has come to the point that I have to remove it at night so I can sleep. Totally opposite of what I was going for there. Anyhow, I have more improtant things to do today than bbe frustrated with customer service. That is what Sunday's are for.
John has agreed to go out with me at 5pm after the game. He does not want to go to the parties tonight. I will go with Nicky. But before my coffee or breakfast he wants me to take him to get cigarettes. He knows that I will not buy cigarettes or meat. He went yesterday to buy cigarettes, and made it seem like some huge inconvenience. I suggested that if he was that committed to smoking, that he should buy the cigarettes by the carton instead of having to go every day. He tried to guilt trip me that my needs were more important than his. Well, if it is to buy cigarettes, then yes. Yes they are.
He left. And if he gets in an accident ont he way I will feel damn guilty.
I checked on John. He was smoking in the entry way. His chair was contorted into a position that I had not considered, and which would need to be remedied if any further function was to be involved.
I pulled on some shorts andhoped that I would not run into any neighbors. With the angle that it goes into the car, it changes weight drastically should any momentum be lost.
We got him transferred into the other chair. And he pushed the manual chair upright before I even turned around. I fixed the settings, and brought it to him so he could transfer back.
Then I cleaned up the cat barf.
I tried to find a way to fix my fitbit so I would stop getting continuous alerts that do not say what they are. It will buzz on my are to let me know there are three mysterious alerts that cannot be accessed via any known method. And then it will continue to do this throughout the day. Sometimes ten times in a row. It has come to the point that I have to remove it at night so I can sleep. Totally opposite of what I was going for there. Anyhow, I have more improtant things to do today than bbe frustrated with customer service. That is what Sunday's are for.
John has agreed to go out with me at 5pm after the game. He does not want to go to the parties tonight. I will go with Nicky. But before my coffee or breakfast he wants me to take him to get cigarettes. He knows that I will not buy cigarettes or meat. He went yesterday to buy cigarettes, and made it seem like some huge inconvenience. I suggested that if he was that committed to smoking, that he should buy the cigarettes by the carton instead of having to go every day. He tried to guilt trip me that my needs were more important than his. Well, if it is to buy cigarettes, then yes. Yes they are.
He left. And if he gets in an accident ont he way I will feel damn guilty.