Much ~ma, Sean and S. Much.
Yargh.
Paul's TRYING to determine if we're supposed to babysit the Batniece tonight. And I've told him that, if at all possible, if we ARE supposed to, I'd like us to cancel, because there are More Important Things I'd like to be doing. Like having our own social life.
Sigh.
Of all the fallout from Mother's cancer, cancer treatment, and only tangentally related current chronic pain, this is the most annoying.
Sean, I'm so sorry. All the best to you and S.
The Boy comes across as very Oz-ian, but he's actually more like Xander, at least in terms of his self-image.
But still. Oz + Xander isn't a bad combination at all.
That's actually what I'd call a yummy combination. I'm a big fan of the boy, this week. Usually, I give all y'all's boyfriends the hairy eyeball, until they've been around a long time.
I'm sorry, Sean. Much ~ma to you and S.
Our landlord just called. She wants to show this place again this weekend. It is starting to feel like we're going to have to move just to be able to have a nice weekend at home.
FUCK!
I had an appointment with my shrink at 1. I completely spaced it.
I didn't make it all the way through class (again). It's just SO BORING! I'm trying to decide if I should be productive during this time, or go home and slounge until hair cut time...
Sigh...
And... babysitting.
Wouldn't be so bad, were I not Chock Full O' Cabin Fever at the moment.
Of all the fallout from Mother's cancer, cancer treatment, and only tangentally related current chronic pain, this is the most annoying.
Plei, your mom is having chronic pain? Did she have lymph nodes removed?
Wait, did you guys arrange for babysitting for Lilybean, so you could go out, and now you are babysitting yourselves? That would suck.
R's high school class reunion is coming up this year, and he's surfing MySpace accounts of his former classmates. Lots of goths. Including one goth bellydancer bartender.