Rave: We can now put our kid down and walk away and she will usually fall asleep on her own. If she doesn't, she'll cry for 20 minutes, I'll walk in, pick her up, she'll immediately pass out, and she sleeps very well. Rant: Still not sleeping through the night. Wakes up around 2 or 3 AM for a feeding. Damn it. Also wakes up at 7:30 AM on the dot, like an alarm clock. Rant: Lack of gaming time. This sucks. I just want a few hours a week to play some video games. Rant: Wife's Batshit insane family strikes again today, at her grandma's birthday gathering at a hospital (grandma had a stroke, is in the recovery wing). Diabetic grandpa had to drive there on his own, was woozy because he can't control his blood sugar, and ended up knocking over several mail boxes on the way. When he got there, he looked so bad a nurse had to push him in a wheel chair and make him eat, while they discussed taking him to the ER. My mother-in-law spent the entire time screaming at her dad for being a fuck up with his diabetes, my wife's aunt looked like she was going to pass out herself (likely because she works 10 hour nursing shifts, then takes care of her mother and father, while still looking after her 19 year old, 9-month pregnant massive-fuck-up daughter), and my wife's cousin, who was with his 4th kid with his 3rd baby mama, and who is one strike away from spending his life in prison, but is at this moment wearing his "I'm trying not to be a complete fuck up" hat. I really hope he keeps it on this time. Dude is fun to be around and a genuinely decent guy when he is sober and normal. On any kind of booze, he turns into a raging asshole kleptomaniac who will break a bottle across your face as soon as he'd look at you. Once again, he was the NORMAL one there today. Rave: I admire my father-in-law more and more every day. He has to wallow in this shit storm every single day, and somehow he maintains his sanity and is the ONLY voice of reason in that family. How he deals with this family on a day-in-day-out basis and doesn't lose his mind is absolutely beyond me. Rave: Her family makes me appreciate my parents and family so much more.
RAVE: I am whole again. My hand has healed nicely and I'm cleared for work. I've never felt so relieved in my entire life. I get a second chance. Worked 16 hours today. Best day of my life, save for my wedding day. Can't wait to do it again tomorrow.
Rant: Looked at my finals schedule for this semester. Three exams in one week. Two of them are on consecutive days with an afternoon exam coming the day before a morning exam. Fuck. Rave: No exams the second week of finals. Rave: Nearly done with my first draft of my article for law review that is due tomorrow. Rant: Second draft deadline is quickly approaching.
Rant I should probably be working right now. But then I remember that 2 people volunteered me for this project, and they can go get fucked. Rave Drinking some nice scotch, and playing Borderlands 2.
Rant: Still hung over from Grand Final misbehaviour on Saturday, getting too old for 14 hour booze sessions.
Rant: cat lady's druggy and negligent daughter just out of jail daughter is around, sorta, and so are her 5 kids. Three of them, under the age of 4 and one of whom was standing in his diaper, rushed me at the elevator with my dog and wouldn't stop shrieking and stomping around while they petted and put their whole body weight on my dog. It's a good thing he's submissive because I'm sure many other dogs would have snapped. I thought he was about to for a second. I asked them repeatedly to stop and move away and they didn't even look at me or reply. It took me a full 30 seconds to get away from the elevator.
Been winning a fairly high percentage of sit-n-go online tournaments lately. Now I just need to slowly scale up the stakes to make it both fun and worth decent money. In related news, considering getting a second monitor for multiple tournament play.
RANT: When one door closes . . . . . . . all the doors are shut and bolted, all the windows slammed shut, the garage door is padlocked, and the No Trespassing signs are posted next to pikes, upon which the heads of interlopers are neatly impaled.
Rave: As of this past Saturday, I've one month sans smoking down and the rest of my life to go. Rant: I never realized how many of my friends smoke until I made it a rule to stop hanging out with the ones that do for the time being. It's kinda lonely. Rant: All the old people in my life are falling apart. My dad's best friend, who's in his seventies or so, blacked out and wrecked his truck a few weeks back. Since he has no family in the state, my family's been watching after him. I took him to pick the truck up from the body shop this morning and cringed at the thought of him driving again, but the state won't revoke licenses due to being old and prone to strokes. My grandmother landed in the hospital two weeks ago with dehydration and shortness of breath. All signs point to lung cancer. I haven't visited her in SC since 2006, and have been really bad about calling her, so I feel even worse. Doesn't help that the first person I turned to was an insensitive cunt. Rave: We are now in midterm, so I only have another eight weeks of not understanding moment generating functions and joint p.d.f.s until I'm just one semester away from my master's. Hooray!
Rant: I'm scheduled for a colonoscopy on Thursday, so I began filling out all the paperwork this morning and going over the preparation directions. I've had this done twice before, and both times I simply drank that Fleet stuff with some ginger ale the night before to clear the system and we were good to go. Well this time, they called in a prescription "colon blow" (to the tune of $65, no less!). I am directed to: 1. Not eat any solid foods, milk or milk products starting the day before the procedure (water, tea, coffee w/o cream, apple juice, lemonade, are fine as is jello as long as it's not purple). 2. At 6:00 pm the night before, drink the first liter of the laxative within a 1 hour window, followed by a pint of water, also within an hour window. 3. The morning of the procedure, drink the second liter of the laxative 4 hours before leaving the house for the procedure. So, I have to get up at 4:30 am to drink this stuff, and then twiddle my thumbs until its time to leave for the hospital at 8:30 am. I'm going to be a very cranky and hungry individual come Thursday morning. Rave: Said crankiness will subside once the pre-GA happy juice is administered. Rant: It's all to have something shoved way up my ass.
One of my best friends bought the big one today. His family hasn't been notified yet, so I can't post his name, but he stepped on a mine yesterday and we all thought he was going to make it (sans legs). He was stable, but didn't make it out of his third surgery. One of the best dudes I ever knew. We'll meet again in Valhalla, my friend.
Rant: My truck has had an intermittent problem for the last little while. Because it's intermittent, it won't do it when a mechanic is nearby. A friend and, separately, a mechanic both suggested it might need a new distributor cap. My friend changed it yesterday. Now it REALLY won't fucking start, and the check engine light is on. I'm so sick of unexpectedly spending money on things.
I hate other parents. Like...I really, really, REALLY don't like how other people raise their children.