My mom is having surgery tomorrow on her amazing technicolor ankle (
circe67, I took pictures for you, but they didn't do the rainbow that is her flesh justice), and it was all very uh...difficult afternoon.
My dad is who I inherited my spaz and OCD from, and he is already a ridiculously intense and hardcore person, and apparently he's barely eaten or slept since the accident. So now we have two largely un-calm people prowling around the same house trying to deal with the fallout of this, and my mom told me to take care of my dad, my dad says he doesn't need to be taken care of and seems to think I can't take care of myself, we agitate each other every thirty seconds, ARGH MY MOMMY, and Oni still won't eat her lettuce.
And now my mom can't go to her high school reunion, and it's starting to look quesitonable as to how my shit is going to get to Virginia, since now it's almost certain that I'll be flying out alone. And I'm not sure I can pack my enormous computer or my desk in a suitcase.
Ughgghughguhgghuh.
mikkeneko, will you be around tonight? If you are, and I'm not, text me?
pairaka, where are you?
My dad is who I inherited my spaz and OCD from, and he is already a ridiculously intense and hardcore person, and apparently he's barely eaten or slept since the accident. So now we have two largely un-calm people prowling around the same house trying to deal with the fallout of this, and my mom told me to take care of my dad, my dad says he doesn't need to be taken care of and seems to think I can't take care of myself, we agitate each other every thirty seconds, ARGH MY MOMMY, and Oni still won't eat her lettuce.
And now my mom can't go to her high school reunion, and it's starting to look quesitonable as to how my shit is going to get to Virginia, since now it's almost certain that I'll be flying out alone. And I'm not sure I can pack my enormous computer or my desk in a suitcase.
Ughgghughguhgghuh.