awristocrap

wanted to sleep in lay-ay-ate
but he made me get out of bed to wash our clothes
kind of embarassing how seldomly i did laundry in his absense
i missed him carrying it for me--
too painful to do alone.
laundry was as usual, complete with traditional chocolatemilk (for him) on the church steps
and tennis on tv
and bill telling stories about petty jerks trying to rip him off.
hardly anyone works harder than this man,
and anyone who tries to take from him is void of a soul.
today's soul-less jerkwad tried to convince bill that his dry-cleaners had MADE a mark on the EDGE of the UNDERSIDE of his collar that we couldn't even see because it was so faint and insignificant. totally finding shit that wasn't there. you could've licked the stain off, if you could've located it.
lots of similar stories from bill, and blake when he worked there. funny to us-- you'd have to know bill. they're funnier recounted in a furious, tired, passionate greek accent.
got to see chris in his last fifteen minutes of roger's-- eight years, geezis, eh? i wanted to be his last customer, but he changed and signed out before i knew it. he was so relieved-- another era ended. three video stores and eight years later, a tired christian meagher retires from the quinpool location, and never will his legacy be matched.
then to the grocery store: olive oil, soymilk, water, veggie burgers, two avacados.
and home, online, looking for stuff, blah.
read a little of the morrisey book.
didn't get to hang with blake long, only for a bit this morning, which is so fun actually. i love when he's up when i get up. hanging out in the emorning is unbelievable. i miss this with emily. we had to stop listening to morrisey, tho, it was depressing us and we'd go to work sour grapes.
greg watched xfiles, is finished the second season, has been sleeping on the couch for hours.
tomorrow morn, i visit the bowel health nurse, and i don't really know why my doctor set up the appointment, and i thought of questioning it, but it'll be more fun not to know. more stories.
last time i went to the dcotor, i had two and half hours' sleep and was still drunk, and had to get blood tests. i will impress 'em with my sobriety this time.
my wrist is swole (thanks for the word) and painful because i, geekily, have been online all night, catching up,
with brian and meaghan in japan
and people in the city
and people who aren't in the city anymore
and even an old boyfriend, now a choice pal.
g_d bless the internet.
and if i have to type anymore, i will scream like a banshee and wake up the neighbours--
and only bryan adams would be proud of that.