Saturday, April 23, 2005

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I ended up staying awake way too long last night. I didn't get to bed until after one and for me that is just way too late. (dammit, am I getting old already? Christ, I'm only 24!) My mom called this morning at 8:30 to see if I wanted to go to breakfast early. Mmm, breakfast? This was my chance for cold orange juice and a big, hot, heaping plate of biscuits and gravy from the Four Seasons Diner. I was not about to say no to biscuits and gravy. Are you crazy?" I would have liked it even better sometime after atleast 9:30. However, even though I'm a lazy ass , I still know that biscuits and gravy is the true ambrosia. I finally crawled from bed as my mom was pulling into the driveway. (she had to pick me up because the truck is in the shop, again.) Breakfast was great and after stopping at the QT for a chai latte, we made it back to the house. Did I mention yet that I spent the entire sun-filled day in the dingy basement of my parents house? Not that I minded doing it because I certainly didn't. It was actually kind of fun. I get a huge kick out of redecorating a room and my mom lets me do whatever I want (within reason, of course). We moved shit back and forth and back and forth all day before we got everything finished. Then we went to my brother's house. Well, I guess it's Chris' house now because he moved out. (That's why we had to clean the basement. He needs a temporary room.) Chris (my sister-in-law) is having a rough time with the whole thing but what do you expect when your husband leaves? I just wanted to give her a big hug and tell her that she would always be a part of the family but I didn't. I don't know why I didn't, I just didn't. I'm not what you would call a touchy-feely person. I don't like to be touched by anyone other than my sweet hubby. (I'm just an antisocial bitch). Now that I'm home and clean and relaxing with a joint and my laptop, an interesting biography on the t.v. (F.D.R. if anyone's interested. On the history channel.) and Pete's curled up next to me, I'm feeling pretty good. I'm going back to my mom's tomorrow to finish up the basement and then I'm going to Chris' to help with the packing and stuff so she can sell the house. God damn, I'm going to get absolutely no rest this weekend. Guess I'd better smoke 'em while I got 'em.

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