Fork.

2009-05-08 1:02 a.m.

I had to run up to T-town to see my dad in the hospital. It was heartbreaking, but apparently he's doing better. He's done this whole Jesus coming back to life thing three times now. We thought it was the tumor growing and taking him out for good, but he may have a spinal infection. For a guy who was virtually unconscious for two days, then awake enough to talk to me and my brother and now he's sitting up in bed and feeding himself. Well, that's pretty damn amazing. From no hope to some hope. As long as he is happy and isn't in any pain then I'm happy too.

I never was a good traveler, and sarcoidosis has made it worse. Today I had to get back to work and like, do some work, before my desk starts exploding and my boss starts sending me threatening e-mails. First thing I do today: run into someone in the parking garage. Fucking A. Totally my fault. I backed into her and scared the shit out of this cute blonde chick. I also hit the side of my face on something. I have no idea what. I don't think any real damage was done, but there's nothing like dragging your scraggly ass into work and some perky co-working says "Hi! I haven't seen you in awhile! *giggle*" when all the time they're thinking Slacker and I giggle back and say "I'm fine, thanks." Because, if I answered her honestly it would just be bad for everyone. "I went to visit my father on his death bed, I haven't slept in four days, I hit someone in the parking garage and I have a closed head injury.... How the fuck are you?"

I'm saying fuck a lot today. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Duck. Fuck. This entry is now rated PG-13 for language and perhaps some violence.

I also haven't eaten for a few days so I got some chicken pad thai at the food court before going home. I'm all for losing weight, but I hate dropping a ton of weight when I'm not trying. You get this whole nervous buzzing, in shock feeling. I ate my dinner, fed the cats their dinner, and took a handful of medication and settled down to watch some anime in bed for an hour. I woke up at midnight with one cat wrapped around my head like a turban and another cat between my legs. It was weird. It was like they were working on my base and crown chakras. They were probably just sleeping where it was warmest, but I like to think my cats have Eastern mystical powers.

I'm tired out. Cried out. Medicated out. You name it, I'm out of it. Totally. Fuck.

Good news....good news....Uh, I ordered tickets to Cinematic Titanic by the creators of MST3K but, I don't have a date. If any of my friends still talking to me and want to go, let me know. Should be hilarious. Going back to bed. 'Night.

Dear Drunk Neighbors,

2009-05-03 2:17 a.m.

I like the sound of drunk hippies throwing up and fighting in my driveway as much as any person does, but I think after midnight the neighbors should take it inside. The fact that my bedroom wall is practically in my neighbor's backyard where they're shin digging doesn't help matters anyways. I tried to dress Trin up in a tiny black ninja outfit and trained her intensively in running through a crowd while biting and scratching, but at the end of the training session she climbed in the laundry basket and went to sleep. Loki would just try to hump their girl cat and eat all their garden burgers then come home in the morning smoking a catnip cigarette looking a little guilty but mostly satisfied. It's lame to call the police, so I'll just complain on my blog. Heh. Since I was driven to the other side of the house, I did stumble across this live action version of The Simpson's. I can't believe I've never seen this before! Too cute.

The Raccoon Signal.

2009-05-01 12:37 a.m.

I'm back! I really thought I haven't been blogging for like six months but it was only six weeks. I guess time online flies at a different speed. I wish I could tell you that I did something really interesting over the last six weeks, like I fed orphans in Myanmar, wrote a novel or learned how to ballroom dance. I was pretty much depressed and spent time trying desperately not to get fired from work or sleeping. That's pretty much where I'm at right now.

As I was typing this up Trinity puffed up and bolted over to the window. She's generally not interested in the feline super highway that runs through my yard, so I thought it might be a raccoon. Alas, it was just another feline driver. My neighbor just built a chicken coop and put the little chicks outside (They were living in a box inside for awhile!) So I've been put on Raccoon Alert. If I spot a raccoon, I am to shine the raccoon signal onto my neighbor's roof, don my ninja outfit and defend the coop and chicks with my life. Or I can just text message him. Whatever. Two words: Free eggs. Actually, his son will be selling the eggs so I'll gladly support his business. Plus, I got to name one of the chickens: Millie. I named her after the main character on "Dead Like Me." Have you seen that show? It was on Showtime or something a few years ago but I stumbled across it on the iCrack store and bought both seasons. Great stuff, very funny and uplifting even if it's about death. I'm kinda all over the place tonight, but that's what blogging is all about, right?

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