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another hour, another day
Feb. 16th, 2003 11:49 pmArgh. It's been many days. I'll try to break the weekend down for you.
Friday:
* chemotherapy and discussing with the doctor about my mother's upcoming PET scan and the if's of everything.
* knitting at chemo, while an annoying artist lady drew one of those big headed cartoon drawings of my mother on a horse, in a cowboy outfit. With my piercings on her. Because HAR HAR HAR PEOPLE WITH PIERCINGS ARE FUNNY.
* contemplate putting one of my knitting needles through the eye of the artist lady, as she won't shut up and I want to steal her shoes.
* attempt to buy new bras, but wind up with two new bras, a pair of undies that I wound up not liking, and a black velvet broomstick skirt.
* grocery shopping before the storm hits, by this point I'm tired and fuzzy headed and have eaten nigh on nothing all day long and into the night.
* once again run into the "I'm in my own fucking world!" guy that we've seen in the store before. Also see a girl that I worked with at Freedom Mortgage.
* Valentine's dinner cooked for the Engineer consisting of filet mignon stroganoff (damn, I did good) and umm, I forgot to make my special baby peas.
* I get gifts, which include the DVD boxed set of the first season of Six Feet Under, a DVD player, and a necklace that the Engineer made during his college stint.
* watch Mallrats before, during, and after dinner.
* attempt to watch Resident Evil, passing out during and waking up at two in the morning.
Saturday:
* storm still hasn't come, so I hie my ass to Delaware to buy smokes before it starts to snow.
* demand my father come to get his cigarettes, as it doubles my travel time to deliver them to him.
* My father shows up on my doorstep drunk and staggering, much to my dismay and anger and embarassment (more on this later).
* feed my father sandwiches and black coffee in an attempt to sober him up. He passes out in our big comfy chair.
* to the mall for the Engineer and I, as I wish to buy him his Valentine's present: a beautiful red and black chess set.
* The chess set, which I had previously thought to be $95, turns out to be that price for just the board and another $105 for the pieces. Fuck all that noise. Anger. Grr.
* I buy new shoes and a stuffed bat kitty from Hot Topic because I'm a corporate whore.
* Barnes and Noble sucks money out of me for a book called: Mama Lola, a Vodou priestess in Brooklyn. Hoo-waaaaah!
* home again, to my father who is still passed out. He finally wakes up, as we're hooking up my new DVD player. At around midnight thirty, he leaves.
* watching of the first disc of Six Feet Under, it's got a glitch in it which makes one of the scenes freeze up everytime it plays to that point.
* discover that it is illegal to film crows for profit.
* read until five in the morning.
Sunday:
* Get woken up at eight to give the cat his insulin shot, while my mother is trying to rouse me from my bed, I tell her that I can't get up because I'm "updating something". Clearly, I am still asleep and talking shit. Look out the window, the snow has finally started.
* wake up at noon, to the Engineer and his shoes in my bed.
* decide that another trip to the grocery store is needed, as we're almost out of milk and bread. I also desire pumpkin pie.
* before driving to the store, the car needs to be cleaned off. I get a shovel full of snow dumped ON MY HEAD because SOMEONE thinks I was purposely pushing snow off the roof of the car onto him with my broom.
* the grocery store is insane. There is probably about ten inches of snow on the ground and the plows haven't been through yet. I gleefully drive through it, gunning the gas around corners to make the car fishtail, yelling "WHEEEE!" everytime I do so. heh.
* Read for too long, get blurry eyed in the process.
* go outside to check on the snow every couple of hours. Yep. It's still there and still coming down like a bitch.
* finally pull my nose out of a book and decide to do some knitting, which I have ignored horribly for far too long. Ponder the concept of thee phat hat, which Carrie has made and which I covet most green eyed.
* watch the news for the weather forecast: it's snowing. And doesn't look like it's going to stop any time soon. New Jersey and Delaware have been put on Emergency Alert, blizzard conditions. So far, it seems like about sixteen inches and is supposed to continue through to late tomorrow. We're only about half way through the storm, as they tell us.
Current:
* half watching the Sopranos, which I don't follow ever. Smoking a cigarette. And waiting for the new episode of Oz to come on, so I can get my weekly fix of prison bitches and the men who shank them in the showers.
* pondering the joy that is work being most likely closed tomorrow.
* Damn that bitch is ugly.
Friday:
* chemotherapy and discussing with the doctor about my mother's upcoming PET scan and the if's of everything.
* knitting at chemo, while an annoying artist lady drew one of those big headed cartoon drawings of my mother on a horse, in a cowboy outfit. With my piercings on her. Because HAR HAR HAR PEOPLE WITH PIERCINGS ARE FUNNY.
* contemplate putting one of my knitting needles through the eye of the artist lady, as she won't shut up and I want to steal her shoes.
* attempt to buy new bras, but wind up with two new bras, a pair of undies that I wound up not liking, and a black velvet broomstick skirt.
* grocery shopping before the storm hits, by this point I'm tired and fuzzy headed and have eaten nigh on nothing all day long and into the night.
* once again run into the "I'm in my own fucking world!" guy that we've seen in the store before. Also see a girl that I worked with at Freedom Mortgage.
* Valentine's dinner cooked for the Engineer consisting of filet mignon stroganoff (damn, I did good) and umm, I forgot to make my special baby peas.
* I get gifts, which include the DVD boxed set of the first season of Six Feet Under, a DVD player, and a necklace that the Engineer made during his college stint.
* watch Mallrats before, during, and after dinner.
* attempt to watch Resident Evil, passing out during and waking up at two in the morning.
Saturday:
* storm still hasn't come, so I hie my ass to Delaware to buy smokes before it starts to snow.
* demand my father come to get his cigarettes, as it doubles my travel time to deliver them to him.
* My father shows up on my doorstep drunk and staggering, much to my dismay and anger and embarassment (more on this later).
* feed my father sandwiches and black coffee in an attempt to sober him up. He passes out in our big comfy chair.
* to the mall for the Engineer and I, as I wish to buy him his Valentine's present: a beautiful red and black chess set.
* The chess set, which I had previously thought to be $95, turns out to be that price for just the board and another $105 for the pieces. Fuck all that noise. Anger. Grr.
* I buy new shoes and a stuffed bat kitty from Hot Topic because I'm a corporate whore.
* Barnes and Noble sucks money out of me for a book called: Mama Lola, a Vodou priestess in Brooklyn. Hoo-waaaaah!
* home again, to my father who is still passed out. He finally wakes up, as we're hooking up my new DVD player. At around midnight thirty, he leaves.
* watching of the first disc of Six Feet Under, it's got a glitch in it which makes one of the scenes freeze up everytime it plays to that point.
* discover that it is illegal to film crows for profit.
* read until five in the morning.
Sunday:
* Get woken up at eight to give the cat his insulin shot, while my mother is trying to rouse me from my bed, I tell her that I can't get up because I'm "updating something". Clearly, I am still asleep and talking shit. Look out the window, the snow has finally started.
* wake up at noon, to the Engineer and his shoes in my bed.
* decide that another trip to the grocery store is needed, as we're almost out of milk and bread. I also desire pumpkin pie.
* before driving to the store, the car needs to be cleaned off. I get a shovel full of snow dumped ON MY HEAD because SOMEONE thinks I was purposely pushing snow off the roof of the car onto him with my broom.
* the grocery store is insane. There is probably about ten inches of snow on the ground and the plows haven't been through yet. I gleefully drive through it, gunning the gas around corners to make the car fishtail, yelling "WHEEEE!" everytime I do so. heh.
* Read for too long, get blurry eyed in the process.
* go outside to check on the snow every couple of hours. Yep. It's still there and still coming down like a bitch.
* finally pull my nose out of a book and decide to do some knitting, which I have ignored horribly for far too long. Ponder the concept of thee phat hat, which Carrie has made and which I covet most green eyed.
* watch the news for the weather forecast: it's snowing. And doesn't look like it's going to stop any time soon. New Jersey and Delaware have been put on Emergency Alert, blizzard conditions. So far, it seems like about sixteen inches and is supposed to continue through to late tomorrow. We're only about half way through the storm, as they tell us.
Current:
* half watching the Sopranos, which I don't follow ever. Smoking a cigarette. And waiting for the new episode of Oz to come on, so I can get my weekly fix of prison bitches and the men who shank them in the showers.
* pondering the joy that is work being most likely closed tomorrow.
* Damn that bitch is ugly.