“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Ugh.

Fuck. I'm tired and sore and I didn't even get to do anything really great to get that way.

I've been getting out and doing stuff more, so that's good. Walked around the Morgantown Mall for a few hours after my doctor's appointment last Wednesday. Oh yeah, I had an appointment in Morgantown last Wednesday. Basically he said everything is cool and I only need to go back if something goes wrong.

And (say it with me now people) what could POSSIBLY go wrong?

Apparently the medical term for what happened to me me was “Holy shit, hey guys, come look at this!” and it's a chronic condition because I keep hearing it. It started with the x-rays on the day my guts exploded and there seems to be no end in sight.

But yeah, everything is cool. No more media-overexposed killer super-infection, no more open wounds to dress, no more return appointments to schedule.

I'm dangerously close to having to get a life again.

Whoopee.

All the walking I mentioned, which is good for me, has had one unfortunate side effect though. All the muscles from the back of my knees to the top of my ass hurt like fucking hell right now, hence my current sunny demeanor.

On top of that, I have to go out to Mom's on Tonight and stay till Friday.

That fucking sucks.

I'd rather keep the sore ass for another month than spend two nights out there. It's not that I hate doing stuff for Mom, it's that I hate the THINGS she asks me to do. She seems to think that I can bend the rules of time and space to accomplish her insane tasks. Granted, I CAN bend the rules of time and space, but only for evil purposes.

Thank God entertaining you people technically counts as evil.

Yes, that's right, I've you're reading this then phase one of my world domination plans has already been a success! Ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaa!

But yeah, the upsides to being out at Moms are that #1: She won't be there, and #2: She has a whirlpool, which would be really great for my sore ass

The downsides are #1: She WILL have a list of things she'll want me to have done before she gets home, and #2: She WILL call at least twice a day to check on my progress.

Now like I said, I don't mind doing stuff for her, but it's the things she asks me to do. We've already covered her obsession for having me fix her riding mower (which I WILL be working on, just not in the way she had planned) but her tasks have also included leveling out the backyard with a shovel. Yes, a shovel. And she came up with this idea AFTER my medical problems. So she wanted me, with a massive hernia, to level out the back yard, with a shovel. “It's just a few inches of dirt.” She said. Well nothing I can do or say can make her understand that “a few inches of dirt” over a space of, say a quarter acre of backyard, equals several tons of dirt.

I'm sure it'll be on her list.

I'll be taking my computer with me so I can work on my art stuff and probably crank out some more blog posts. Frankly, it's bee hard coming up with new ones lately as the list of things going on in my life that I can't write about keeps getting bigger. Most of my family and my relationship are already on the list (not at the request of the other person IN the relationship, mind you) so I've gotta dodge a lot of land mines to get anything about my life suitable for print.

Allright, maybe suitable isn't an applicable word here...



Oh, I have opened an account at Deviant Art where I will (hopefully) be displaying new pieces of art every so often.

That's it for now.

Wish me luck.

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