05/09/2013

 welp, the application was supposed to have been sent by end of day yesterday, and still, no email. i was in a pretty pissy mood all day. the taking-deloris-home-from-hospital trip was just as stressful as i expected it to be, and i’ve compulsively checked my email once every 15 minutes since I woke up this morning looking for an email from the job lady. :/ guess i’ll send an email tomorrow or maybe try to call.

to counter my shitty attitude, i decided that i should treat boyfriend to dinner out. harold was too cheap to swing for medical transport, and deloris was all but comatose when we brought her home, so boyfriend had to cradle her like a baby and bring her up the tiny spiral staircase to the bedroom he set up for her yesterday in his arms-not an easy task when you are 6’6" and have big honking gorilla feet.  and then he fixed the handrail in the spiral staircase so that when the health services people from the state come by tomorrow to check to make sure there are suitable living conditions for the two of them, they won’t find a wobbly rail. after steak fajitas for two and southwest eggrolls and rice and beans and spicy mac n’ cheese and two big chocolate chip cookies on the way home, he’s now all but comatose as well. which is totally fine and good for me because i’ve been longing for quiet (in the house and in my head) since I woke up this morning. 

so we had a nice dinner out and it was delicious and all that. and then when i got home, i found out in my facebook stream that peter murphy is playing an all bauhaus set here in chicago next week, and decided to splurge for tickets, cause when is THAT gonna happen again? So i clicked on something weird and got super-secret-squirrel first balcony access where only 12 tickets are sold. they weren’t even more than the other tickets. I know I shouldn’t spend the money, but I gotta keep doing stuff to remind us that living here isn’t SO bad after all… so in a week, that’s where you’ll find me. 

oh and also, i cut my bangs real short-like on a whim this morning and sort of feel like myself-ish. 

i’m going to turn over one more load of laundry, snag a coke zero and spend some time painting my nails. cause i want to. and i’m not doing anything else for anyone else for the rest of the day and maybe even tomorrow.

the end.