Very little to report today, except for one bit of very good news: My mom called me at 9 this morning with the surprise news that my dad was being dismissed from the hospital. He's back home, with Chigger, and finally getting a break from living in a 12x12 room with a guy named Junior who may or may not be smuggling a midget under his beard.
I called tonight and Dad answered the phone, sounding pretty much like his regular self. In his words he doesn't feel like running a race, but he definitely sounded better than he did in the hospital.
I need to get back to taking my PCOS drugs. I'm an idiot and took myself off of them about a month ago and I'm officially feeling like hell. I shouldn't feel like I'm going to pass out after eating pretzels, right? I mean, I'm not the leader of the free world or anything.
Tomorrow's my date in municipal court for my pretend barking dogs. I so don't need this. I know it should be a quick ruling in my favor, but I'm still a bit stressed about it. I didn't get much sleep last night, and when I did I had weird dreams about the hearing occuring in a neighbor's living room, complete with rust-colored shag carpet and a velvet couch with landscapes of log cabins and grist mills on the fabric. And can I just say that I'm massively pissed that, because my podunk little suburb only holds court at 5 p.m. on Tuesday nights, I'm not catering this week. I'll be losing a crapload of income because my drunken-ass idiot neighbor thinks she hears imaginary dogs barking in the middle of the night.
Clara "Shriekmeister 2004" Jane has just about driven me batty today. Between the constant yelling and throwing of objects repeatedly, I'm starting to consider boarding school.
All told I'm doing a decent job of holding it together, considering all the shit that's happened recently. But I'm damn tired, and I'm hoping that once this dog crap is over we'll be out of the bizzaro zone and life will become relatively normal. The past two months have been a little too exciting for my liking.
In other good news:
After five years I have finally started watching "Gilmore Girls" and have managed to become completely obsessed in a mere 24 hours. I want to open a cafe with Sookie. We can share clothes and bandage each others' wounds.
Posted by Robin at February 28, 2005 10:10 PM | TrackBackDamnit, you should have consulted me before your first Gilmore Girls viewing. I could have told you it's exactly like crack. Or Project Runway.
Posted by: m at February 28, 2005 10:46 PMMy parents are addicted to The Gilmore Girls. Which is lame.
Posted by: stgermh at February 28, 2005 11:45 PMI own the first season. Say the word, and I'll loan it!
I want to French kiss Luke,
-A
OMG. I totally love The Gilmore Girls. I long for their fast-paced, terribly witty banter in my own life, their running about getting coffee and going to Harvard. Well, maybe not going to Harvard, but damn, being an awkward little girl with a damn hot mom never seemed so cool until now! And yes, it is like crack. You will be upset if you miss a week. :-)
Posted by: CatPants at March 1, 2005 08:31 AMSo glad to hear that your dad is home and doing well!
Posted by: Exena at March 1, 2005 08:46 AMI too love the GGirls. I love Sookie. She is wonderful and I love the fact that she's dippy! She makes me laugh - I wish my mom was like Lorelei - I love her name - it was on my list of girls names if I had a girl....
I think you're holding it all together brilliantly babe - of course you're tired....you're doing fab and I love ya
Sal x
Posted by: Sally at March 1, 2005 10:54 AMLove Gilmore Girls. It was the bonding show for me and the daughters. Now I tape it and send it to the college kid. I'm with FP. Come over here, Luke! (Did you know Kirk is from St. L?) Emily is going to get hers tonight!
Posted by: Redhead Editor at March 1, 2005 04:19 PMI gotta get Gilmore Girls on DVD. I'm dying to watch it in English.
Glad your dad's home. Hope his recovery goes well.
So glad to hear that your Dad is doing well after the surgery! My Grandpa had a quadruple bypass--he was not quite up to speed for a few weeks, but after that, he was wonderful. Said he felt better than he had in years. I hope your Dad has the same type of recovery.
Posted by: L at March 2, 2005 01:27 PM