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Degree of Uselessness April 17, 2003 - 5:26 a.m. Chris is taking the day off work. Hopefully the day won't be completely wasted with video games and movies, though I usually wouldn't complain. His mom's coming in town this weekend, being Easter and all, and the house and yard are both complete messes. He hasn't paid the garbage bill in well over a month, so we've got a few large trash bags just waiting to be taken out. Luckily there's no food in them, so no smell. Also, he's been having pains in his back and side. He's thought for ages that he might have diabetes. He commonly displays signs of it, and his dad is diabetic. So I'm hoping he'll finally go see a doctor today. Have himself checked out. But he's already said that if the pain goes away when he wakes up, he isn't going to go. He's almost as bad as I am about seeing a doctor, but he doesn't have the excuse of money. He has insurance. I don't expect him to wake up for another five hours or so. That gives me plenty of time to goof around online or watch tv, and also do my exercises. I'm pretty proud of myself. I've done my exercises everyday, except when I was at home. But that's because there's no place to do them at home. Try laying on a filthy, hair covered floor, stretching and moving in limited space, most likely kicking stuff and making towers of crap fall down, while four animals are sniffing you and probably climbing on you because, face it, you're lying on the floor. Yeah. Not much of an exercise environment. I missed three days, but that's not so bad. I just like the fact that, despite when at home, I can maintain one small task that resembles a routine. Okay... one small, useful task. Watching WB and Mutant Enemy shows on a regular basis doesn't really count. Although I'd like it to. I haven't heard back from Kohl's. But it's only been a day. I'm just impatient. This is the job that I mentioned, if I don't get it, I'm screwed. I'll be destined to work fast food until I further my education. Then I'll still be useless... but with a degree. Oh, and Angel rocked. Everyone from Angel Investigations now sees. But I knew immediately that Connor would turn. He's a Polly Pissy Pants. Little brat. I'm still waiting to see the prophecy fulfilled.The father will kill the son.
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