The Father of All Updates
This is a quick update. Too much is going on with me at the moment.
First of all, the sex I got last Sunday was just that, sex last Sunday. No movement at all on that train, so I don't wanna talk about it. Thanks.
Second, it's 11pm Sunday night and I'm just fully recovered from skyethebard's party. Great party but horrible aftermath for me - I lost all of Sunday because of poor post-event planning on my part. I had the same issue after her last party because with my sleep apnea and allergies I do not crash well at people's places.
As much as I enjoy getting out and enjoyin' all you fun bi folks, I'm really have to consider whether I can afford to lose another day on December 31st. This is nothing to drop on skyethebard: she did her part hosting a great party and giving me a place to crash and whatnot. This is all about me, my health, transportation issues, and how productive I need to be going into the possible sale of Mom's house in January. I hope very soon to just have a fun night out without the spectre of "issues" hanging over my head.
(btw, no pics from this one -- I took a break from that last night...)
Lastly, got news from Mom that my father's in the hospital. There was actually a message on Mom's answering machine from his mother with this news. Mom didn't seem to feel this was important enough to mention until I had gotten the heavy trash together in the basement and put it out. And then started heating up my dinner. "Oh, I forgot, Miss Virginia called..."
I often forget just how much my Mom still hates my father until something like this happens. You'd think there'd be some empathy on her part to how being on his deathbed might affect me, but I guess not. I mean, there was the season-ending America's Top Model on and everything, right? No need to interrupt that.
So Grandma gave me his phone number and I'll give him a call tomorrow. He's in a hospital in Brooklyn, refusing to take chemo and such, so who knows how advanced the leukemia is. I just know that if he dies I've got a mess on my hands: possibly a funeral with strained family on all sides, attending with (half-)brothers I wouldn't recognize if they sat next to me on a bus.
Maybe Ra (or "Ra") will save him [again], who knows? I mean, he is an Atef after all...
First of all, the sex I got last Sunday was just that, sex last Sunday. No movement at all on that train, so I don't wanna talk about it. Thanks.
Second, it's 11pm Sunday night and I'm just fully recovered from skyethebard's party. Great party but horrible aftermath for me - I lost all of Sunday because of poor post-event planning on my part. I had the same issue after her last party because with my sleep apnea and allergies I do not crash well at people's places.
As much as I enjoy getting out and enjoyin' all you fun bi folks, I'm really have to consider whether I can afford to lose another day on December 31st. This is nothing to drop on skyethebard: she did her part hosting a great party and giving me a place to crash and whatnot. This is all about me, my health, transportation issues, and how productive I need to be going into the possible sale of Mom's house in January. I hope very soon to just have a fun night out without the spectre of "issues" hanging over my head.
(btw, no pics from this one -- I took a break from that last night...)
Lastly, got news from Mom that my father's in the hospital. There was actually a message on Mom's answering machine from his mother with this news. Mom didn't seem to feel this was important enough to mention until I had gotten the heavy trash together in the basement and put it out. And then started heating up my dinner. "Oh, I forgot, Miss Virginia called..."
I often forget just how much my Mom still hates my father until something like this happens. You'd think there'd be some empathy on her part to how being on his deathbed might affect me, but I guess not. I mean, there was the season-ending America's Top Model on and everything, right? No need to interrupt that.
So Grandma gave me his phone number and I'll give him a call tomorrow. He's in a hospital in Brooklyn, refusing to take chemo and such, so who knows how advanced the leukemia is. I just know that if he dies I've got a mess on my hands: possibly a funeral with strained family on all sides, attending with (half-)brothers I wouldn't recognize if they sat next to me on a bus.
Maybe Ra (or "Ra") will save him [again], who knows? I mean, he is an Atef after all...