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My December…

Well, on the third I saw the dentist. Other than some places they need to keep watch over, the lady said my teeth are fine. Yes! I just hope I can keep them that way. Oi.
I think it was Tuesday that I was out of it, but I cannot be too certain. Perhaps that was the day we did some errands.
Wednesday, my mom and I left for haircuts around eight thirty. We got there around ten fifty. Mom’s appointment started at eleven and mine at twelve, so I had an hour to kill. I always go to three places, but I know that I will never find anything I am looking for. It proved true this trip as well.
Thursday I cleaned and I think there was something added into all that, but I really cannot recall. Anyway, I took a brief nap and then my mom came by to have me help her with the storage shed. Yeah, we have a shed crammed full of things that are likely useless, but no one has really had the time to go through the items and decide what is needed and not.
My mom was hoping to do that that day. She was way over her head. Silly woman. We spent our time there sorting and in between checked at the Laundromat where she was trying to get a huge quilt-like top blanket. By the time the thing was to be dry, we stopped on our attempts in the shed. It was getting dark out.
Friday is a bit of a blur. I believe my mom got her nails done. When she came back we went to do errands. We stopped by the grocery store. She got some of the necessary groceries, while I got my usual. After that we stopped at a place called Sally’s to get her a new hair brush. Once home she got ready for a work related Christmas party.
She and my dad left around six thirty. My brother came home, got us some dinner at Chili’s and after I ate, I collapsed. I was out from seven until one Saturday afternoon. Dad meanwhile put up indoor Christmas decorations and the tree. When my mom was ready she and I decorated it. Some point later I hit the bed again, still out of it. My dad eventually comes in to tell me dinner was ready. I obliged, ate and I believe I passed out again.
Hm… Sunday I kept in my room most of the day. I meandered out here and there. My sister “magically” appeared somewhere in all that when I was spending time with my cat and suffering from coldness. I read, slept, read, slept and other things most of the afternoon. My sister and I watched an old video from 1998 when my cat was only eight weeks old. The day piddled on.
My brother at one point told me not to leave my room. I responded okay. A while later he comes back to tell me to keep away from the other side of the house – my mom’s room in particular. I respond okay. After a while I wanted to see my cat. I moseyed out and made sure I did not go passed the halfway point. I called to ask if I could meander out. No one answered. I called to him, my parents, sister and then anyone. No one answered. I sighed.
In the end everyone had been in my mom’s room. What was it all about? Guess. Christmas presents. It was something my brother got. Obviously it was something for me. Apparently everyone decided to look, watch or help him wrap it. Oi. Silly humans.
Dinner came, we had lasagna and in the beginning we were all in the living room. That changed after some minutes of watching the sort of comedy my brother and father prefer. Mom was the first to leave. My sister was the second. I held out. Some humor was gross and my father could not believe he was watching that with me next to him. I just smirked and kept eating. Once done though, I meandered off.
For a while I was in my mom’s room listening to her and my sister talk about a girl she (my sister) knew. Certain things made me go retrospective or something like that. I brought up things to my mom once in a while through the conversation in uncertainty. What struck me interesting though was at some point she said, “It is because of your autism.”
I’m not offended or anything, but it was interesting to actually hear that from someone else when not in some sort of session with one of my doctors.
Anyway, my sister eventually left around seven. I likely disappeared into my room around then.

Um… I guess that is it… other than notes, anyway. The thirteenth my cat is going in for a check up again. I am hoping for better results regarding his health. If it manages to be, I will be very happy. My little cat…
The fourteenth is not a day I go to see Wynne. That was indeed moved. I think on the twenty-eighth. I think something is happening then… but I am not certain.
Some one owes me homemade fries that weekend.
My brother’s b-day will be coming up on the 22nd.
Christmas comes.
Somewhere in between all that we are going to try to visit my great aunt.

Okay.

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Keel…

My mom and I were out doing errands today. The library was one of the stops. While my mom searched for certain books, I decided to look through one about Greek classics. I found nothing new, so decided to put the book up. In the middle up putting it back on the shelf my head suddenly hit vertigo and somewhat felt like it burst in a sort of heat. Next thing I know I was on the floor and a woman was checking on me. I fear I found the whole endeavor cool.

I asked the woman how long I was out, just in case. She said it was not long, just a couple of seconds. She relayed she heard me say “woah”. Then she either heard or saw me hit the floor. She kept asking me if I was okay for a while. I just kept saying sure. I bet she thought I was a nut.

Anyway, I figured I should get back down on the first level of the library in case such a thing happened again. My mom was at the computer/card catalog. I plopped down by her and asked her if I had ever keeled over before. She said no. After that I was all smiles and “Dude.” Mom, meanwhile, was of course worried.

On our way out she asked me if I ate, slept enough and how the whole thing felt. I had done such things and described to her about the burst of heat and such. She thought about stopping to get me something to eat or taking me home. I replied nay on both. So, we continued on with the last errand and then headed home. I figured in all logic I should probably lay down. I did and slept for maybe three hours.

So… yeah. I thought the whole thing was fun. Aren’t I a nut? I asked my mom at some point during all that, “There’s something wrong about me finding keeling over fun, isn’t there?” She said yes. Then she amended something about it… like “most people wouldn’t be giddy over such a thing”. Well… it was oddly exciting. I mean, I lost time! One moment I was standing and the next I am on the floor. I did not feel the fall or anything. I don’t know if I just fell over, if my legs buckled or anything. It was a “Woah.”

Yeah… I just wanted to record my first keel. Ha.

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November to December…

(Nov. 21-25)
Peabody seems to be doing better. Wednesday morning he was hurking a lot, but that ended soon enough. He’s eating, responding and is more alert.
Thanksgiving went by quickly for me. I slept half the day. I figure it was due to having trouble sleeping the night before. Despite that, everyone seemed to have enjoyed it, which is all that matters.
My sister liked the card I got her and her cold seems to be clearing up. she was still coughing quite a bit, but she said other than that she felt fine.
Friday was more or less a usual day, other than the fact I slept a lot. Maybe it is the weather? Perhaps it is because my mom has had off time since Wednesday? There are other possibilities.
The weekend passed in a blur.

(Nov. 26-30)
Monday to Wednesday was the same. My mom had to go back to work, but after that, ten days of vacation for her.
Thursday was the big day on two accounts. My cat had an appointment at the vet clinic at one thirty. His results were less than… well… sigh. His levels went back up to the sixties. He is supposed to be down to thirty, at most thirty six. Mom and I were not supposed to give him protein at all. Well, my mom thought it would help him gain some weight and the broth would help him get more fluids.
By the end of the appointment, my mom asked him about how long my cat will likely live. Worse case, two weeks. Best case is two years. Wah… He is not even ten yet! Not until three fourths into April will he be ten. I had hopes of him living to a good old age of twenty. Sigh…
Uncle Mike is the second occurrence. He’s down here for a while. My dad left to pick him up from the airport around one. The place was two hours away, so… they did not get back here until five. I took a nap and woke up not too long after his arrival. We ate dinner together around the dining room table – a somewhat rare occurrence. Dad wanted to show him my room, noted to him some of my swords and then asked me to show him my drawings. I conceded to all.
In any case, the weekend has been a blur so far. It is pretty much the same, minus my worry for my cat. Sigh.

(Dec.)
Anyway, Sunday Uncle Mike goes back home. The day will likely be another “usual”. Monday I go to the dentist for that postponed cleaning at 2. Wednesday my mom and I will go get haircuts. Hers begins at 11, mine at 12. Friday my mom and dad will be gone a good amount of the night for a Christmas party thrown by her workplace. I think I see Wynne on the fourteenth.

Other than that, I have little to note. I’m not really into the scheme of making updates as of late. Sigh. Well, it is 12:24 AM now… Yeah. signing off.

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The Holiday Season…

Well, my cat returned home yesterday evening. The tests and the stay cost me about three-hundred and something in the teens. He is on a new diet and has two things of medication he needs. He’ll need to go in for a checkup ten days from now.

He seems more distant at the moment and less responsive. I’m sort of afraid of bothering him. Despite that he seems fine overall. I fed him his new food. He likes it. His eating will have to be moderated now. His diet is all wet food from now on I guess. Due to the meds, he eats at 6, 12 and then 6 again. We have to keep dry food from him, so all the other cats in the house have to eat under the same timing.

His kidneys are working better, but all those times we thought he was spraying to enforce his alpha-male status had really been kidney failure. So, he still has issues in that and likely will never have his kidneys work up to their full potential.

I just hope he gets to feeling like his old self again.

Sigh.

Well, Thanksgiving is coming up. We are doing the usual by going to visit my mother’s cousin and aunt. I expect it to go as always. The week after my dad’s brother will be stopping by to visit us. How long, I have no idea. My dad is being a dolt because he intends to have him sleep in the living room. Jeez, Dad… He’s your brother, he’s a grown man, he is in the earlier stages of MS and… well, damn it. He needs a room.

Anyway, then comes December. Some point Mom and I are going for our usual ritual in getting hair cuts by driving about two hours to accomplish the feat. Heh.

On the fifth I believe I’ll have that teeth cleaning. I was supposed to have it sometime last week or perhaps before that. My mom never wrote the appointment down though, so we never remembered it.

I think I was also supposed to see the head-doctor the day after my birthday, but something happened and that was to be moved to some other time.

Anyway, my Christmas present for Mom arrived yesterday. I’d check it out for any possible damage, but then it would require undoing all the tape, and since it did not come in a box… well… that will just be too much trouble.

I still have yet to get E. brother his gift and my sister one as well. I know what I’ll get them; it is just for the sake of timing. After all, I won’t be seeing my eldest brother this Christmas, and what I intend to get my sister is candy since she is a sugar fiend.

My other brother is out of luck. I helped him with that car thing earlier this year. That amounts to about thirteen gifts from me.

As for my dad… my mom and brother had this idea to get him something for his car. I know what it is; I just don’t know what it is called. In any case, it is decided it will be a joint effort between the three of us to get it for him… so, until that happens, I can’t really do anything.

Well… that is all I really have to write. I figured I’d get all this down just for the sake of it. Okay then.

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My Cat… My Cat…

Jeez… Well, My cat went to the vet’s for his teeth cleaning. Now it seems he has kidney problems. I guess it is a good thing the doctor mentioned about doing some tests on him. It is even better that my dad agreed on it despite it would cost an extra forty-something to do.

Most of the stuff my dad just told me has sort of gone over my head. He spoke of tests, something about chemicals and they’ve set my cat on something to flush out his kidneys. In any case, I won’t be seeing my baby all weekend.

I don’t like that.

Sigh…

I don’t know what will happen. I kind of wish Dad just wrote all of it down. I might comprehend it better if I read it, but there were some things the vet spoke about that he did not quite follow either. Oy.

Anyway… just needed to write this down.

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Happy B-Day Sister…

Friday was normal other than the fact that my right foot hurt every time I pressed down on the outer edge. Dad seems content with his new job.
My sister had a birthday party Saturday night despite the actual day is five days away. My mom and I got her a card earlier that day after shopping for a dress she would wear to an annual Christmas party at work.
Sunday went as usual for the most part. My foot was still showing issues, just not as intense. With that also was shots of pain through the left side of my torso, particularly around the pectoral region. It started sometime in the night and lasted all through the day. My mom figured anxiety. I took a chill pill. No, Sir. I did not think that was the case anyway.
Monday was the same old. The side thing stopped by noon and the foot is still oddly tender. At noon my dad came home for lunch as well as to take me to pick up some antibiotics for my cat.
Tuesday went per usual. Wednesday my mom went to the capital for a class, I think. She was hoping to meet my sister there, but their schedules conflict greatly, so that plan was shot. The reason being is that my sister’s birthday is the fifteenth. None of us will likely see her until Thanksgiving. Sure, it is a week away, but still. Oh… and the card, I wrote down, “Feeling old yet?” Heh… Anyway, she made it home safely by eight-thirty.
It is now Thursday and everything is pretty much the usual.

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Just for fun and a bit of mockery, I made a list. The whole Disney Princess franchise says every girl is a princess and all that jazz. All you have to do is dream… Yeah. Well, those are just their talk. Their walk is completely different. It shows in the designs and junk. There is a formula and no matter how “modern” they try to make future female characters… it is the same old tune, baby. Oh… and though a character is put after a quote, it applies to all of them.

Rules to be a Disney Princess:

Know you are ALWAYS right. – Chorus
NEVER listen to your guardians. – Ariel
Your waist MUST be as thick as your neck. – Jasmine
Be the MOST beautiful lady in the entire land. – Snow White
Be able to break out into song at ANY given time. – Belle
The shortest you can have your hair is at your SHOULDERS. – Mulan
Sing PERFECTLY even though you’ve never had a lesson in your life. – Aurora
If a man is charming the MOMENT you meet him, fall for him even if you don’t even know his name. – Cinderella
Be able to talk to animals or inanimate objects and have them understand or respond without being considered INSANE. – Pocahontas
Oh, yeah… and DREAM. – Chorus

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Okay, I’m done. Heck, yeah.

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Uh, Yeah…

Well, Saturday I found out the whole case with Dad. Mom was the informant. She’s the only one who tells me anything about the family. Thursday he called the place, or something. The job was not given. My automatic thought was “Assholes.”
It is not so much about not giving him the job… it is what they did before their answer. My dad merely went there to see if he could run the shop at their gold course. The dude automatically says he’d rather my dad do something else. Told him what he’d need to do, spoke of pay, looked at contracts and all that crap. Then suddenly he stops… drags it out, makes my dad wait and then he says never mind. Asshole.
I hope my usual view of things did not jinx him. My mom and brother spoke about it in the beginning when that guy led my father on. They calculated pay and all that junk. I just looked at them and when they talked about numbers it went over my head. Money really does not… I just don’t grasp the whole getting excited over it. Yeah. It is necessary. I’m glad we have it. I know it is necessary to have a decent life. It just… when people get into huge numbers and the like… I’m just, “Uh… okay.”
Anyway, I think on Tuesday my second brother is taking him to his part time job to see if he can do anything there. Mainly it is to get my dad out of the house. He is getting antsy here. Dad always has to be doing something. I tell him I think he could learn something from sedatives. He semi-took it as a joke. Mom thinks he has anxiety problems and could probably use some medication.
Sunday my brother worked on the backyard some more and all the rocks have finally been placed down. It looks good. maybe someday there will be a bush or two on it even. Heh.
We surprisingly all congregated to the dining room to eat as well. Usually we go to our own little niches. My mom decided to eat there, so I followed. soon the boys settled down with us. It was good. My sister called in the middle of the meal, but that is not surprising. my mom hoped it would be E. brother calling, since she and my father constantly ask him to call or email. He did not call until later into the night. I must say I was surprised.
Monday went without a hitch. My dad and brother did spend about five hours installing a storm door though. I watched and did what little assistance I was able to. My mom was very pleased by the surprise of it when she came home.
Tuesday was pretty normal too. My dad and I went to Lowe’s to get some wood and such to finish up the door. Then we stopped by the grocery store to get my brother some more bottled water and some ingredients to make tortilla soup for supper. After that I meandered to my room. Somewhere from then to eleven thirty he and my brother had disappeared. they came back around twelve fifteen. I had forgotten about dad seeing about a job. He pretty much got it.
Wednesday Dad left for work around eight-forty. That was something different. His job before retirement required him to leave at six and come home at five. Another difference though is that this is mainly a part time job. He came back around five. he seemed to have enjoyed it according to Mom. After that Mom went to the gym and my dad fixed tuna salad for her and him as well as giving me a lift to get myself something from Wendy’s. Mom returned, we ate and watched TV. ‘Same old, same old…
Anyway, that is all on recapping. Only real thing I’m aware of occurring in the future dealing with me is that my cat has an appointment the sixteenth to get his teeth cleaned. He’ll have some meds on the Monday of that week… perhaps antibiotics. I cannot be too certain. Luckily for him it is my mom who made the appointment and knows the details.
Other than that… well, it is my sister’s b-day on the 15th. I can only shrug.
Yeah.

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Dead-um…

E. brother no longer works for Samsung for reasons Mom and Dad do not know. He either applied to Target or got a job there. Other than that, he seems fine.

Dad is depressed. Mom and Other brother are thinking of ways to get him out and about until the job is settled. it is looking uncertain. The people keep putting it off. Mom thinks that it might be because of this being off season for house selling.

Sister… no idea.

Other brother seems fine.

Mom seems fine.

We still have that cat. He is now Smokey by name. His eyes are becoming clearer and have a yellow tint now.

I’m in a fog/slump/whatever thing… hence the lack of entries, writing and action Internet wise. Bleh.

Um… Halloween was good this year. While I was up, there was only one ring of the doorbell. It seems the trick is not to turn on the porch lights here. After all, a lot of people on this street are old and retired. Due to that though… what a waste on candy. I told Dad just to get raisins. I’m sure my parents would easily snack on them. Oh well.

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Louie, Louie…

We still have the cat. My brother calls him “Smokey”. His eyes were green, but I believe they are turning yellow. Huh.
I’ve been really… “out of it” or perhaps “plain lazy” as of late. It is almost like I have gone back in time before I had to start school and leave home.
Am I bored? Not really. Tired? Not exactly. Lazy? No idea. Burnt out? I doubt. Lack of inspiration? Perhaps.
I’m just here. I collect useless things. I read. I usually do chores and if that has not occurred it is because I am out like a broken light bulb.
Nothing really comes to mind when it comes to family. My dad is here. My mom works. My brother is usually at work or is sleeping. My sister… I know she is in a different apartment and that is about it. My E. brother… I can only shrug.
All the animals are fine. Fall has finally arrived. In a week Halloween will be here.
What is there to say?

I guess that is all. Upon leaving I will leave… Lyrics:

Artist: Snider Todd
Song: Ballad Of The Kingsmen
Album: East Nashville Skyline

The Kingsmen came together in a garage,
They could hardly even play
But they practiced night
And day pretty soon they got to where they could really play that song Louie,
Louie
So, they saved up all the money from the shows,
Went in to one of them studios and gave their version of the song a try

Now, I don’t know the words to that song Louie,
Louie and I’m pretty sure the singer for the
Kingsmen didn’t know ‘em either,
If he did know ‘em he didn’t get ‘em right on the record
Cause on the record they sound jumbled in his jaw? It says,
Me think of me girl oh so constantly
Ahmayaaah makaaaah aahh ooohoooh aaaaah
Well, that last part scared everybody from the PTA to the FBI
You see, the kids had been going kind of crazy lately
And it seemed like nobody could figure out why,
So they decided to form a coalition,
Launch an investigation, you know for the children, they at least had to try
To figure out the words to Louie, Louie

Chorus
It’s the feel good hit of this endless summer
It gets these kids out of control
Singin along to that star spangled bummer,
Hail, hail rock and roll

Marilyn Manson’s real name isn’t even Marilyn Manson,
He’s a skinny public high school Kid from Florida,
Not some monster from out of this world and like of a lot other skinny long hair public
High school kids he was sick of getting
Beaten up by the pulling guard all week only to go out on the weekend,
And watch the Quarterback get all the girls so,
He formed a band man
Now’ he gets all the girls,
A few years later a couple of latchkey kids go tragically
Mad and everybody’s standing around the television store at the mall trying to figure out what went wrong,
This guy says,
You think the life of a kid going to high school could’ve gotten so bad this other guy says nah,
It’s just the words to one of them goddamn Marilyn Manson songs,
You know the one

Chorus

You know, every ten years or so our country and some other little country,
We start firing all of our newest weapons
At each other for some reason or another, right or wrong,
Like it or not, it happens, and when it happens
People get shot and when people get shot,
They show it on tv a lot every night at six o clock
And you don’t even have to be eighteen to see it you don’t even have to be in first grade,
First grade where they teach the kid pride
They tell him he’ll need to thrive,
In a world where only the strong will survive,
So he’s taught the art of more
To compare to and to keep score Monday thru Friday while
He stares at the floor til’ Sunday they make him go to
School once more only this time they make him wear a suit and a tie
And listen to some guy who claims to know Where people go
When they die tell him that only the meek are gonna inherit the earth Well shit,
By this time the kid doesn’t know what anything
Is worth, now brothers and sisters I am only one guy
And I don’t even know the words to that song Louie,
Louie but I can tell you right now without batting an eye
That the next time some latchkey kid goes wrong
It aint gonna be cause that Eminem gets to say the word Fag in his song
And I’m not trying to preach to ya either,
I’m just trying to sing to ya too, you know string a few words together

Hey kids…
Lets get it on,
Lets get it on

My Response: Hell yeah. Sucks as a song, but the lyrics… hell yeah.

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Chain and Summarizing…

Homophobia and You: They’re people too! Stop the hate and spread the love!

*I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
*I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
*I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
*We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
*I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
*I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
*I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
*I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
*We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
*I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
*I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
*I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
*I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
*I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
*I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
*I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
*I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
*I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
*I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
*I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

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I’m not really one to grab such things, but this is something I want to keep around.

Anyway… The week has been… blah. Yes. Blah. Before I get into it, though, I mention something that probably should have been noted about a week ago. My brother smuggled a kitten into the house. We have five already. He does not intend to keep it forever. He’s been asking around and looking into shelters that don’t kill animals.

The bugger is cute. I remember before I gotPeabody, I spoke about what kind of cat I was interested in. Black. Yeah. I wanted a black short-hair. I got the exact opposite. Heh.

Well, at that, you have the description of this one. I automatically saw him as “Max”. My mom calls him “Midnight”. He is just a kitten. A girl at my brother’s work found him under a dumpster.

I’m sure all of us (Mom, Brother and me) would love to keep him, but we already have five cats in this house already. Even I think five is plenty. We kept him hidden from my dad for a while. Dad found out though on Sunday night I believe. Perhaps he even found out Monday? Anyway, he asked my mother when she got home if she knew about the cat in my brother’s room. Heh.

Well, time for a recap…

Friday was fine. Mom’s haircut appointment was an hour earlier than she thought it was… therefore, we were quite lucky to have left at8:30rather than nine. Her appointment took about three hours. Mine? I was probably thirty minutes. Heh.

The time in between was spent wandering the mall. I go to three certain places, but I know I won’t find or buy anything that I am in search of. Why? I know of places that sell the thing I’m looking at far cheaper. I’m thrifty. Oh well.

Saturday, my dad and brother moved my sister’s stuff for her apartment. I spent the day reading. I had gotten a book and an eBay purchase the day before. The book was good. It had humor in the first half and all that junk. Sadly, despite it was a good read it was forgettable. Perhaps it is just that I am forgetful? Heh.

Sunday we finally went grocery shopping. I cannot remember anything else during that day though. My father decided to make me some German potato salad. Sigh… I eat it, but I really cannot say I like his attempts. He uses different recipes time to time… but… Dang.

I’m picky. It had too much vinegar (made me feel sick, damn it!), the onions could be chopped smaller, and again, I think the potatoes could have been mashed up more as well as cooked a little bit longer. Then again, the potato consistency I like happens to be mashed potatoes, which my dad will not do. Damn it, I know what I like. Who says German potato salad can’t have mashed potatoes? The place we go to in that shop town makes them that way! …Well, back to my dad’s attempt, at least this version did not have eggs mixed in.

Monday was an out of it day. I was up all night, at breakfast, brushed teeth, fell asleep, woke up, did chores, laid down when a migraine it, rose again to go to Lowe’s with my dad, came home, popped some Advil and went to sleep. Five or six hours later I wake again, did some more chores, ate cereal, watched Shark and Cold Case with Mom and then retreated to my room to work on something until it was around three.

I got up around nine Tuesday. Did the usual, took a nap, woke at three and eventually had my checkup at the dentist come four. I thought it was for a cleaning, but instead it was merely to take x-rays. My real cleaning will likely be a month from now. In any case, she said my teeth look good so far. Yay…

I came home to find I had my second book come in. From then to around eight-thirty I had eaten, rested a while and eventually watched shows with my parents. After that it was clearing my head and taking a shower. Finally by nine-thirty or so, I opened that book. Other than a short break to eat something by the two-hundredth page, I read untilfour AM.

The book was not the theme I thought it was going to be, but it was good. It lagged a bit in the beginning, but was overall fine. A bad book for me is one that lags enough to the point I cannot even finish it. In my “serious” reading ventures, that has only happened twice in my life in regards to books that are not anthologies.

I finally went to sleep around four-thirty to five and stayed out of it until about four in the afternoon. From then to today, things went pretty much as usual.