It occurred to me a while back, when my mother and brother both assured me that the hated father had not suffered, what they didn't say. Well, of course he suffered. What they didn't say was that he asked for me, which of course he didn't. If he had, they would have made a point of telling me.
He hated me right back. I find this quite satisfying.
The memory of smoke
Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
And I got a hot bath
And the cramps and other assorted discomforts are worse, but I still have time to just be home and mope. Which is a kind of blessing. Not that there is much open other than stores.
Not spending money.
Not spending money.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Appropriate disbelief
At least I have days off for this go round. And enough beer.
Everyone seems to assume we will get the Potential House. Both of us are feeling the same as when we first got together, with 400 people around us asking when we were going to get married - before we kissed the first time. We were appropriately wary, taking it slowly - given that we had nothing to do but hang out.
Everyone seems to assume we will get the Potential House. Both of us are feeling the same as when we first got together, with 400 people around us asking when we were going to get married - before we kissed the first time. We were appropriately wary, taking it slowly - given that we had nothing to do but hang out.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Swearing in a snowstorm
Goddamn fucking shit of cunt murdering buggerers. Obsessive farting thoughts stuck like stink in my half-arsed brain. Damned bastards of hell spawned perverts. Nose fucking morons.
No, this doesn't mean anything, really, fucktard.
No, this doesn't mean anything, really, fucktard.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Good thing, bad thing
And gods help us, we found a right house, at nearly a right price, and putting in a bid. If it works out, we could wind up with a very good place to live. If it doesn't, we have practice, and plenty of time to continue to look.
Still, shit.
Still, shit.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Want to feel hungry
Still not feeling much appetite. Oh, I'm eating, and food tastes good enough. I just never really feel like I'd enjoy a meal, it's just a dumb thing I gotta do.
At least I can have a beer again.
At least I can have a beer again.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
The party was over on Wednesday, go home.
Ok, food poisoning was great fun and all, but I'm ready to have my normal gut back, please. Tired of reflux and nausea and general listlessness. Really, enough already.
More ginger tea.
More ginger tea.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Not a hangover, a different toxin
Recovering from food poisoning is a hellova lot more fun than going through it. Still, ow. And pfffu.
Putting me right off beer, even though that wasn't the cause.
Putting me right off beer, even though that wasn't the cause.
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