scratch my accidents into the wall
matthew called a little while ago to tell me that he's leaving with his parents to come up here. they should get here probably around six or seven in the morning. for some reason i feel that i'm not very excited about this. i dunno. the last few weeks have been super long and the next week is probably going to be even longer.
hung out with justin last night... we made pasta at his apartment and listened to indie rock. i made a pretty sweet pasta sauce out of cream, peccorino and parmesan cheeses, chopped parseley, cracked pink peppercorns, some garlic powder, a pinch of salt, and some parkay spray butter. it was delicious. i wish i could remember the amounts of everything i put into it because it was a friggin' delicious pasta sauce. justin and i came to a realization last night that we're both sort of retarded. oh well.
had a sort of mini-crises on the way home and ended up at hoffa's place. hung out there for a bit and talked about stuff which was nice. it's been a very long time since i've hung out with dave like that. and it will be a very long time before that happens again.
got home rather late and found out that my brother was taken to the hospital again. more of that stupid claiming-suicide bullshit. he's at linden oaks now and i hope they lock him up there for a very long time. actually i kind of wish there was someplace else they could send him, as his first stay at the facility obviously didn't do him any good. bleh. five more days and then this won't be my problem anymore.
i'm going to go watch a documentary about the 2000 election that justin let me borrow and work on more packing. whee.
hung out with justin last night... we made pasta at his apartment and listened to indie rock. i made a pretty sweet pasta sauce out of cream, peccorino and parmesan cheeses, chopped parseley, cracked pink peppercorns, some garlic powder, a pinch of salt, and some parkay spray butter. it was delicious. i wish i could remember the amounts of everything i put into it because it was a friggin' delicious pasta sauce. justin and i came to a realization last night that we're both sort of retarded. oh well.
had a sort of mini-crises on the way home and ended up at hoffa's place. hung out there for a bit and talked about stuff which was nice. it's been a very long time since i've hung out with dave like that. and it will be a very long time before that happens again.
got home rather late and found out that my brother was taken to the hospital again. more of that stupid claiming-suicide bullshit. he's at linden oaks now and i hope they lock him up there for a very long time. actually i kind of wish there was someplace else they could send him, as his first stay at the facility obviously didn't do him any good. bleh. five more days and then this won't be my problem anymore.
i'm going to go watch a documentary about the 2000 election that justin let me borrow and work on more packing. whee.