Full belly

Okay, I’m trying to force myself to write something. I don’t feel like it, but I’ve been neglecting this poor thing recently and I know it’s missing me.

So….. well, Memorial Day. I worked at the co-op, but we closed early and I got out of there at around 630 instead of the usual 930. Nothing really interesting happened at work, and I’m glad I was working back in the produce room because I didn’t really feel like talking to anyone anyway. There was half of a cockroach on the floor though, and that was basically very disgusting (it was the top half, I have no idea where the butt went). After work I went over to my mom’s place and watched shows about people who had been murdered with her and my sister. What the hell’s wrong with Dateline? Anyway, the nephew (Captain Coop) was there too; I can’t believe he’s almost walking and everything. He just kept looking at me and grinning the whole time (well, when he wasn’t busy yelling). I don’t get why he’s happy to see me because I’m not so smooth with kids. I guess babies don’t care about that stuff though? I think he was also farting a lot. Anyway, I hadn’t eaten much earlier in the day and was pretty hungry, and while I was there I ate about half (if not a little more) of a box of Tuna Helper. I hadn’t had that stuff in a long time, but I kept eating until I started to feel a little queasy. I’ll blame it on my period, which should be making its grand entrance in the next few days. Magical!

Last night was a pretty long night. Tom ended up getting drunk (and I did too, though not nearly as much) and was being rambunctious and a little annoying. He was listening to music on the computer and insisted that it wasn’t loud enough, and kept trying to make it louder and louder even though I told him it was too loud. He also kept playing one part of Loverboy’s "Working for the Weekend" over and over again, insisting it was that part that made it such a good song and kept it from sucking (it was some break between the lyrics, I dunno). He also had to pee a lot, and if I was in the bathroom he would knock, wait a second or two, and knock again until I let him in. He swore his bladder was going to explode or something. I just tried to keep him in the room and quiet-ish because it was late and I was getting tired, and I also know how loud he can be. It was interesting though, and I slept quite late this morning since I didn’t have to work until 130.

What else… oh, Paul is heading off to Nepal soon. He got some summer internship thing there, and it should be a really good experience for him. He’s done a lot since going off to grad school, and I definitely realize that us breaking up when we did was the righ thing to do. Our cell phone contract is up in a few weeks (I can’t believe it’s been two years!) and he’ll be off of it and I get to put it in my name. Yay, responsibility!

I’ve been reading lots of great books lately. I’m on The Great Gatsby right now, and will probably go read that until I fall asleep. It’s late and I get/have to work at the park in the morning.