Weekly Log - 29 through 4

Monday Dec 29

Woke up early, got ready to get to work, and then the shit hit the fan. Grandma had to go to the hospital for an appointment (needless to say we can't just stuff her in the back seat and drive...) and there was no way in Hell to get an ambulance. We called the firemen, the Red Cross and were about ready to pact with the Devil just to get it solved. Eventually we found a way to send her there while still in the possession of our mortal souls, and I got to work with a two-hour delay. Don't give a shit: less time of doing nothing.

You couldn't get a decent cup of coffee anywhere for shit. The best I managed was a double, and the coffee was clearly burned. While it made my taste buds cringe, the caffeine intake was nice. I then went back to the boring wasteland that is my office. I always feel like Beastmaster when I arrive: the rats peeking at me from the hole on the corner, under one of the desks, and lizards running at my passage are a perfect analogy for how much this place pesters me.

The only customer who walked in came to pester me even more. One of those overly happy women who was way too happy about Christmas and New Year's Eve she was practically sporting an afterglow. She isn't at fault I'm ear-deep in shit and I hate the season, so I smiled yellow, bit down on the bile rising to my throat and wished her a happy New Year.

Went home afterwards, with a quick stop at the grocery store. Grandma was wheezing. My uncle was going through my Mum's record collection. I was so tired I didn't even have dinner: straight to the computer, headphones on, let's boogie. I don't wanna hear anything going on in this house.

Tuesday Dec 30

It's incredible. This year just won't end. The more I want to get the fuck out of 2008, the slower time goes by. I'm at the office and all I get is bullshit, I'm at home and I get more bullshit. Someone please get me the fuck out of here. I can't wait for tomorrow.

Wednesday Dec 31

Finally, the last day of this crappy year. 2008, go fuck yourself.

Went to a few stores hoping to do some shopping. My uncle drove me there. While he did, he gave me and my brother a huge talk about why we didn't go into out Grandma's room so often, and told me to go smoke only at the kitchen window. I swear, the more time I spend with people, the less I understand them. Three days ago, when he caught me smoking in the kitchen, he bitched and yelled about how it was gonna spoil the food's taste (what does he think I'm smoking here, battery acid?), and now he actually wants me to go smoke in there? These people are so full of shit... Then he offered to help me buy the leather jacket I've been wanting for a while if I did. I felt like I was being bribed, so I shut up. Thinking about it now, I should've told him to go yank his dick through his ass.

My night was about to get better, though. I got out of the house, along with seventeen good people, and we all jammed ourselves into a garage somehow. We cooked, we laughed, we sang and we danced. All the good stuff was there: shrimp, and meat on the grill, and seafood. And beer, lots of beer. And white wine. Awesome party. We were up until seven of the following day, outside despite the cold. Two people who had never smoked before, did. A person who had been alone found someone. We spoke about nothing at all, and then we spoke about books (two of which I read and loved, and somehow between my drunken stupor I found a way of talking coherently about them). It's been a while since I was allowed to leave all the shit at home, and go out and have fun.

Goodbye, 2008. You sucked while you lasted.

Thursday Jan 01

Can't talk. Hungover. Man I drank so much last night... I think this was the worst effin' hangover in my life. From what I gather, someone was worse than me. I didn't throw up and I managed to get out of bed to drank a gallon of water and piss. Not bad, Seion, not bad. Welcome, 2009.

Friday Jan 02

Crow, you'd think Murphy would take it easy, seeing as the year has just begun, but no deal! I wasn't expecting shit from the previous year to become solved (Grandma, being messenger between my parents, overall boredom, being a 23 nearly-unemployed with a headache a day and ulcers the size of fists just waiting to happen), but at least don't toss more! Now it's a flippin' cold, and the fact my Mum just got paid and we're already out of money. More bullshit about how we need cash, and we need cash, and so on and so forth. I don't think I even hear it all at this point. It's like when you listen to the same song over and over, and after a while you become deaf to it. It's usually at this point someone probably realizes I ain't listening and they raise the sound.

I was supposed to go to work today, but had to stay home to take care of Grandma. They only worked during the morn anyway. This was my brother's turn to get a new bed, but since there's one pin missing to it, he can come crashing down at any given second.

Weekend Jan 3-4

I spent my Saturday like a war refugee: inside my bedroom and under covers, venturing outside only to get food and coffee and visit the can. Unless it's to get me out of here, I don't wanna see a soul, and everyone may as well think I'm asleep for all I care. I don't wanna have to put up with people I dislike on weekends and I think I'm in my right not to, so since I can't just tell them to fuck off like I want to, I may as well keep hidden.

On Sunday I went to the coffee shop to get me a shot of caffeine. When I came back, my uncle was in, and there was some woman there, who supposedly is a "friend" of his. No need to tell me she was there: her perfume filled the house and irritated my nose the minute I walked through the door. Went to hide in my bedroom again: I still hold mine the right not to have to socialize with people I don't know and people I dislike.

On downloads update is an anime series I liked, and lost when Typhoid died (Paranoia Agent) and a shitload more music. It still doesn't hold a candle to the collection I lost with the last computer crash, but it's getting better.