Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Last night, around 8:30pm, I remembered that Bryan had said Tuesday night would be a good time to stop by and get my Michelle Featherstone CD, along with loads of pictures that Bryan had on his computer. I showered and dressed, and was aboutt o call him as I walked out the door, when the phone rang. It was Carrie. She asked if Adam or Mollie had called me, and when I told her they hadn't she let me know that my best friend Mollie is in the ER. They thought it was kidney stone related as Mollie was supposed to have surgery for one of those in a few weeks anyways - but it wasn't. I went directly to the ER, and got there shortly before Carrie. Mollie looked horrible, but at least she was on some nice meds, and she was kind of in & out. They were preping her for a pelvic. I didn't think that I could do anything for her, and I didn't want to get in the way (plus I still had errands to run before I could get home & work), so I told her I loved her, and I went to Bryan's.

I thought getting the pix from Bryan's computer would be simple as pie. Well, apparently, I don't know how to make pie. Or maybe I was aiming for pie, and it was really cake or something. Point is, it sucked, and took forever. And Bryan's apartment was HOT, but then so was Bryan in his shorts, flaunting his hot bod. ;-0) I got the pix & the cd around 11:30, then headed to Hollywood to drop off some DVDs. Carrie called me when I got there, and told me a horror story about Mollie's pelvic exam, which apparently involved scissors, and then sending Mollie to stumble back to her room, crying, alone!?! Then I wished I had stayed so I could have yelled and people! Mollie was hyperventilating and a nurse came in and told her to calm down or it would get worse. After Mollie had calmed down from her trauma in the ER, they said they were going to hook her up to a catheter, and gave her more meds. That's the last that I heard. Carrie picked up Mollie's brother Kenny, and dropped him back off at the ER, and then called me on her way home. Adam and Kenny are supposed to get the word out if something changes...and I'm super worried about her now. erg.

I went to the Saline Ann Arbor Road Meijer to get a storage container for pix I've scanned, and for boost and stuff, but they didn't have some of the stuff I needed, so I just flirted with Frank (who has dyed his hair, and has a crush on some guy named Brad I think), and then went to the Zeeb Rd. Meijer & got everything I needed, except water, which I got from Kroger on the way home. I was beat.

Mark was asleep on the couch when I got home, around 1:10am. I got undressed, ate, and got the Michelle Featherstone tunes on my computer, along with the Bryan Pix - only they were filed in such a way that it has taken me over 3 hours!?! I finished that, and went to gay.com. Karen was chatting and I wished her a happy birthday (she's 33 today), and then told her about Mollie.

I didn't stay long on gay.com because I'm so exhausted, but I want to get some recording done. I think I'm gonna take a shower, and see if that wakes me up any. I need to get this recording done, but maybe I should just do it tomorrow night? I have to work tonight, and if I don't sleep, I won't be happy - but what I really need is to get away from the fricking computer.

I checked my e-mail before writing this, and the Matt boy I met had e-mailed me saying he checked out my webpage and enjoyed chatting with me, and looks forward to meeting me on Thursday. That's cool. I just wish I had a billion hours of studio time to get this damned cd in bed. roar.

I'm out of here.

   posted by Bald Jason at 04:19 AM
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