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||Reading The Well of Lost Plots by Jasper Fforde||
@ 9:40 pm on 05.05.04
I enjoyed most of my day, apart from the being woken up at 7:25 to be told that one of our car windows had been smashed last night adn that it will cost us $200 out of pocket to get it fixed tomorrow. I'm just glad that we're not the only ones hit by teenage scourge. The asshat across the street lost two windows on one of his cars and there was at least one car with at least window smashed on every block for no less than 1/4 mile. If they catch who did it, they're in a world of debt and, living in redneck country, probably a fierce asskicking.I also didn't much enjoy the ol' Poke N' Prod, but at least the clinician was personable, respectful, and gave me a play by play while she was down there. There was a little bit of cervical bleeding again, but not a whole lot. I guess that it's just getting more sensitive as I get older. (Here's hoping that a little bit of blood today doesn't bring on an intense need for my body to continue bleeding.) That wronkled old bag who did my exam last year can shove her warnings about blood pressure (it was completely normal) and making me sit naked for longer than is necessary and not listening to me when I talk about my body, the one I've inhabited since conception. I think I know my personal workings better than she does. I didn't tell her that maybe she should have that big, honking mole on her face removed because it made her ugly and could be cancer. Though, thinking about it, I probably should have.
Oh, I also didn't have a great deal of appreciation when G yelled at us for buying the occasional DVD. I informed him that because I make tips and they don't count as my actual income, I can spend them on whatever the fuck I want. I especially wasn't taking that crap from someone who spends all of his discretionary income on bad porn and whose younger, unemployed stepson spends his on drugs. I'm proud to be spending my extra cash on things that don't support disgusting industries and losers.
Luke and I have tomorrow off as well and we plan on having a goofy us date like we did when we first moved in here. We're hitting the ghetto Chinese buffet with the wonderful crack-like warm donut thingies and might catch a movie or just do absurd shopping for trinkets.
My wee brother is 17 on Sunday and I don't quite know if I should call him or not. I know that he's still kind of pissed with me, but wishing him a happy shouldn't be too off-putting for him, or so I should hope. I also have to get some Mother's Day cards and send them off to my family. I really hate picking out shitty cards for people, but it's the least I can do since I'm not there.
