Good food needs preparation. Junk food needs Preparation H.
Wednesday, 5 January 2005 23:28Woke at 11, and spent some time talking to April before heading out with Bob. We went to a Chinese restaurant for some food, then some shopping for Matilda's birthday before returning home. I spent time starting to get pics for the characters for VGV while chatting online, and then played some Paper Mario before and after dinner. I talked to Sarah on the phone for about an hour or so before going upstairs to play a game with the kids, and then I spent some time on the phone with April. Her phone was about to die, so I said I'd talk to her soon online. So, I get downstairs, hook it up, and it takes about 5-10 minutes to boot up. I get online, she's there, I attempt to talk to her, but she doesn't reply. So, 20 minutes go by, and when she finally returns, it's a very quick goodbye, and she signs off before I can get another word in. It sounds silly, I know, but I feel slightly hurt and taken aback by it. (sigh) Oh well. Guess I'll just talk to her tomorrow.
And yet another reason to worry: Grandma just got back from the Nimrod, drunk. The wine was coming off her breath so strongly. I mean, what the fuck is going on with this house? Rob's now getting drunk frequently, as is Grandma, Jim's been trying to steal Rob's pot...jeez, I'm surprised I'm not a drunk yet. Given all the shit happening in the last few months, I'm surprised I'm not shooting up. Yes, changes are going on, but all I see is deterioration. I see people wanting escapes through drugs. What the fuck did I come home to? My own fucking family, for crying out loud. I refuse to do anything like that to calm me down, only temporarily...I have to face all this head-on, without any drugs or alcohol. It's the only way to see clearly...I shouldn't have come home.
In the meantime, I have to go for my drug test tomorrow. Wal-Mart will get to see my nice, clean urine.
Rob's asleep, I'm the only one up now.
Woot.
Nighty night, all.
And yet another reason to worry: Grandma just got back from the Nimrod, drunk. The wine was coming off her breath so strongly. I mean, what the fuck is going on with this house? Rob's now getting drunk frequently, as is Grandma, Jim's been trying to steal Rob's pot...jeez, I'm surprised I'm not a drunk yet. Given all the shit happening in the last few months, I'm surprised I'm not shooting up. Yes, changes are going on, but all I see is deterioration. I see people wanting escapes through drugs. What the fuck did I come home to? My own fucking family, for crying out loud. I refuse to do anything like that to calm me down, only temporarily...I have to face all this head-on, without any drugs or alcohol. It's the only way to see clearly...I shouldn't have come home.
In the meantime, I have to go for my drug test tomorrow. Wal-Mart will get to see my nice, clean urine.
Rob's asleep, I'm the only one up now.
Woot.
Nighty night, all.