I'd say that Jesse is pulling ahead on the Awfullest 2013 competition so far. (This is not something you really want to win.)
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Am on a sailboat with tuna steaks and eggplant on the grill and a dog (not mine) on my lap. Doesn't get much better than this.
Nice! I'd call that a win.
Best wishes for your dad, Jesse.
Today was a loss, in mostly a good way. Didn't make it to karate (which sucks, cause I need the prep), took multiple naps, worked 3 hours to get a project off my mind and out of my dreams (dreaming of spreadsheets is just wrong) and now I'm trying to decide if I want dinner or not.
No plans for the next two days. No kids. Just me time. Going to need to force myself out of the house though.
Jesse, I hope your dad is feeling better and that your day improved.
I had a blah day, so I am making pie.
Jesse, the universe totally needs to lay off you. Dang.
Yesterday was a dead-loss for me -- woke up to the whole house being (seriously) 100 degrees, except for the bedroom, after 10 hours of serial nightmares. Jesus. None were about spreadsheets, but all were really horrible.
Tonight is much nicer. Cooler, and no nightmares. Yoga studio is closed tomorrow and Monday, but it's been so damn hot, I have been sapped of the will to breathe, so I'll get back next week. I have a work/study arrangement, which is fantastic! I check people into class, and then pop into class after the first 5 minutes.I'd never be able to afford it otherwise, and it's so helping with the depression.
I'd say that Jesse is pulling ahead on the Awfullest 2013 competition so far.
You are welcome, everyone!
But seriously, there is nothing wrong with me directly, and I haven't gotten fired, and it could be worse. (Although I now don't think my father will ever go home, but they said he could still bounce back from the seizure.) Anyway, it's my mother I really feel bad for.
Am on a sailboat with tuna steaks and eggplant on the grill and a dog (not mine) on my lap. Doesn't get much better than this.
I wasn't on a boat, but I got to sit out on the patio with my dog in my lap for a while, which was pretty fucking awesome.
Although I now don't think my father will ever go home
Wha? Eek!
I'm sorry to hear that, Jesse. Sounds like a rough day for all of you. Glad you got to go new-kitchen-shopping!
The laundry business sounds like a very annoying straw, if it isn't actually the last one as such. I feel like when big things are bad it would just be reasonable for smallish things to fall in line helpfully. Out of some sort of universal balance. Get on that, physics.
I took a nap with my dog this afternoon, it was pretty nice for both of us, I think.
He's just way more out of it than he was yesterday, so I don't know. There are just a lot of factors. But really, I don't think my mother actually wants to put him in a place, but I don't know how she can manage it, if he's like how he is right now. And I googled, which I know you should never do...