Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Ok. This will most likely be a very long post, as I've been putting this off for days now.

Friday, we were dead at work, again. But my coworkers, as usual, were fun to be with. I got a roll of film developed, which turned out great; lots of pix of coworkers, some friends from Necto & Aut bar. Friday night, I stayed in; Art Fair sucks. Over the weekend I reread "Magic's Pawn" by Mercedes Lackey, almost without trying; and just like all the other times I've read it, I cried a lot.

Saturday morning I tried to watch "Mallrats", and failed. My cousin Joy had suggested we see "Clerks II" together, and I had to tell her that I saw the prescreening of "Clerks" for free, and walked out of the theater, 3 quarters of the way through the movie out of boredom. I'd never seen the prequel "Mallrats" (which takes place 1 day before "Clerks") though I own "Chasing Amy" & loved "Dogma" (both of which take place 2 years after "Clerks"). "Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back" (which takes place 3 years after "Dogma" )was mostly stupid, but in a fun kind of way - and their cameo in "Scream 3" was perfectly cool. Anyways, I've come to the conclusion, that I don't need to be a fan of the entire series; I'll just stick to the ones that I love. I slept all day, which was FABULOUS. When I woke, there was a voicemail from Jeremy who was still up North, but had some minutes and a signal, and could now tell me how bored he was, as everyone else was out 'log splitting'; lol. Later, I picked up Mollie, bought Jeremy his frivolous, but sweet birthday gift (which he hopefully understands and doesn't hate), picked up a perscription, returned the porn I rented Thursday night, went to McDonalds (where I bought Mollie a Jack Sparrow Plushy, which she loves far too much), and then headed home, where we played Jenga & Poker, until 5:30am. lol I left Jeremy as we were setting up the poker, to tell him that his earlier message made me smile, and that I wish could be playing games with us.

Sunday. Hmmm. I slept. I worked. Work was busy, but then slow at other times; we got everything done (I think). After work, I headed to Club Divine to see if I could maybe get a glimpse of Jeremy, but he wasn't there, and I headed home.

All through the weekend, I worked on my webpage and scanned pictures - mostly at random. I've been writing more poetry this year than in the last few, which pleases me. And I like that I'm putting so much work into the webpage; it's one of those projects that will never be finished, but that isn't the point. ;-0)

Monday morning I drove Mark to work, as he still can't drive; he tried, and failed. ("They tried and failed?" "They tried and died.") As we were about to leave, Jeremy called me. I'd left him a message the night before, telling him of my attempted Jeremy viewing, and he was calling me back. Mark talked to him while I drove Mark to work, then he said goodbye to me, as he had arrived at his destination (a chiropractic appointment); he called me back, about 18 minutes later, and we talked while we drove home. We both had the day off (mostly) but he was really busy. I had an omellette while I finished the Aquaman episode of Smallville; I've been watching the 5th season a lot slower than the previous ones. The Omellette was yummy; made just right, and while they sometimes bother my stomach, this one did not - even when I fell asleep shortly thereafter. I didn't intend to sleep; I just lay down while I was deciding what to do, and I was out like a light, and awoke shortly before it was time to pick up Mark. Nice.

I picked up Mark, and I didn't have to wait for him, which was nice. He wanted to go to Kroger, so we went, and it was all good. He also wanted to go to Best Buy so I could use my gift certificates, but I didn't really want anything, so we headed home. When we got home we took out the trash, and Mark talked to Mollie on the phone; helping her with a computer problem, I think. I got the mail, which included the new Entertainment Weekly, The Advocate, and a letter from my lawyer, telling me that he negotiated a plea bargain on my speeding ticket, from 40 in a 25, to 60 in a 55, which means I won't get any points on my licence (they could have given me up to 3!), and my insurance won't go up at all!!! I still have to pay my ticket tomorrow ($120.00), but that doesn't bother me, as I don't doubt that I was speeding - but the situation called for it, I think, and I didn't deserve the horrible treatment I received as a result thereof by the local police squad.

Mark asked me why I'd put the pan I used for my omelette in with the clean dishes in the dishwasher, and I told him that I thought the dishes were dirty because the washer hadn't been locked, but he insisted that it had been locked. He wasn't there, so how he presumes to know that, I don't know. So I go off and talk to Mollie for awhile on Mark's phone, to tell her about my ticket, and let her tell me about her computer and how it's going to kick ass for games now - and that she's now on the rag, and Cedar Point is mostly out of the question, which I can deal with, as we can maybe set a date, when Mollie is well, and Mark can walk (and drive) - and maybe Jeremy can go too; I like including him in things - I want him to meet my friends and he gets along with Mark really well. It would actually be cool if Danny could go. ;-0)

So after my Mollie conversation, I head downstairs, and Mark is making a salad with one of the bowls he recently bought (which I love), and I tell him that one of the bowls in the dish washer was used to make the omelette, which really pisses him off, he gives me the bowl and when I ask why, he tells me to dump it, which I do, then I sit it on the counter and turn to leave. He asked me if I was going to rinse it out, and I told him no, because I didn't make that mess; shouts after met that: "Yes you did!!!". And shortly there after there is a loud smashing of glass. I tried not to let his behavior upset me, because when I get upset, I get sick; sometimes for hours, sometimes for longer. I was able to not get sick, or upset, and that was a good feeling. Shortly after I got to my room there was another loud glass shattering noise. I didn't let it bother me. Mark later slammed his bedroom door. Something that I'm forbidden to do, as he says that it really hurts his ears - in fact he once told me that since I wasn't sorry for slamming my door that he was going to hit me. But I didn't let any of that get to me. Later when I went downstairs, I found that he had smashed both of the bowls, which I so loved. And again, I didn't let it get to me. I said to myself, that those were his bowls, and if he wants to smash them, that's fine. It was childish and stupid, and could have hurt him, or me - but whatever. What if I had walked into the kitchen in my bare feet, without flipping on the light? There were huge shards of glass all over the place. I figured he wasn't going to clean it up, as to do so would hurt him because of his ankle - and also because he was being a dick. I ate the apple I got at the store earlier, then cleaned up all the glass I could find, before going to Meijer, and buying the same bowls, this time for me; if he breaks these ones, I'll be pissed. lol

He answered a question for me later, but you could tell he didn't want to speak to me, and he kept his door closed the rest of the night, which he doesn't often do. I read, and cleaned my room a bit, and tried to get things ready for today. I slept for an hour and a half, then got Mark out of bed.

We had to be up early as I had a dermatology apointment at 8:35. Turned out that the appointment was at UofM Hospital, and not Briarwood Practices as I had first thought, so I didn't have time to drive Mark to work, and headed out on my own. The appointment went well, I guess. If you're not a fan of TMI, then you wouldn't be reading this, so I'll just continue on I guess. I've had these patches of discoloration on my penis for about a year. I thought it might be an STD and got tested for everything, but it wasn't an STD. I was given a cream to use, but it didn't help. The spots are getting worse. They aren't painful, and I'd been told they wouldn't hurt me or anyone else. And while it's obvious to me that my dick looks different, other people (i.e. - men who see my cock up close and personal) don't seem to be bothered by it. But I'm a bit nervous of having my cock photographed, as it will be apparent that it's changed, when compared to my other photos. It turns out that I have Vitiligo, which I've seen other people have on their bodies; but it's only on my dick, which seems weird. lol I had some blood drawn, as this condition is sometimes linked to those with Thyroid problems, and they gave me A perscription for a cream ("Protopic"), which may help if taken twice a day for 3 to 6 months. The cream is not required, as I'm not in any danger, nor are any people who come into contact with me, but I'm considering it.

I have to work at 1 to 5pm. It turns out I won't be going to Cedar Point tomorrow, which I covered, but that's fine, since I can pay my ticket tomorrow (the last day to do so) and then sleep when I'm done, before I pick up Mark. I have Thursday off as well, which is Jeremy's birthday; I'll have to see if I can get his gift to him.

Alright. I'm going to take a short nap. Oh, and I trimmed my beard this morning, which was good, because it was getting kind of scary. ;-0)

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