And so:

So far today:

I woke up via a blast of cologne to the face. Thank you, Rob.

It's raining outside, which means that the big 50th birthday party for my stepfather now has to be moved indoors...into the house.

The guest list (family included) is 40 people. If you're claustrophobic, then don't be here. It's gonna be a sardine can.

Slight irony, however--there are members of the house who will not be present: Rob; he's getting laid. Speaking of...the boy may just have the most horrible work ethic: only person I know who will call out of work for the sole purpose of getting laid, calls out because he just feels like it, and...I'm getting off subject. Matilda; didn't want to call out of work. Grandma may make a retreat.

Oh, this could be interesting.

We'll see how the rest of the day pans out.

Toaster leavings.

7. Count them. 7 days before I'm gone.

Chest report: reduced to a barely noticeable thing. One or two more days, I should be all healed up.

Boring day, but relaxing, as I listen to the sounds of Rob snoring loudly with his girl.

Spent some of it back to Xenosaga II, until Rob came home and decided to unplug the sound on my PS2 so he could blare his metal shit. Later on, he'd forcibly kick me out of my room so he could have sex with his girl.

When he did, I spent 5 hours upstairs. I talked to April for a bit, then played Monopoly with Jim...and beat his sorry ass in 50 minutes, one of the shortest games I've played. I went to call April back, since it was around 11, and she had her cell off. So, I just sat with my compy and was online.

Tomorrow, we shall have 40-something people in our yard for my stepdad's surprise birthday party. 50 years old. He's gonna be pissed.

Even though he wants nothing more to do with me, still...

Happy birthday, Bob.

7 days...now I have that song by Sting stuck in my head.

Nighty night, all.