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Dec. 3rd, 2005 04:39 pmMy Dad is dead but he still lives. In me. I am as grouchy as a bear awakened from hibernation most of the time lately. Why the fuck is it not possible for a very tired parent to take a nap on the weekend? Yes, I know, it's just a nap. That's the point, it's just a nap, and I should be able to get one every Blue Moon here in Shangra-la.
One of the Children (of the Corn) comes in the room, then again, then again, regardless of having been told to GET OUT. Mi Madre calls with typical perfect Mother Radar, right after Dave has taken the children out and the house is finally quiet. "Oh, I'm at the beach, it's BEAUTIFUL!!!" she trills. "Yeah? I'm not, and I'm trying to sleep!" I trill (coughcough) back.
I was going to go for a walk and get some of the bear out, but oops, it's raining. I could still go but who the fuck wants to? I think I'll go pull the wings off some insects or something.
Oh yeah. Can't find any, too damn cold. That's fine, then. I'll go gnaw on some raw meat.
One of the Children (of the Corn) comes in the room, then again, then again, regardless of having been told to GET OUT. Mi Madre calls with typical perfect Mother Radar, right after Dave has taken the children out and the house is finally quiet. "Oh, I'm at the beach, it's BEAUTIFUL!!!" she trills. "Yeah? I'm not, and I'm trying to sleep!" I trill (coughcough) back.
I was going to go for a walk and get some of the bear out, but oops, it's raining. I could still go but who the fuck wants to? I think I'll go pull the wings off some insects or something.
Oh yeah. Can't find any, too damn cold. That's fine, then. I'll go gnaw on some raw meat.