Wasted Days and Wasted Nights
Last night (and into the wee hours of the morning) I played Bejeweled. I played it for nigh on 12 hours. Isn’t that just sad? Yeah, I know. But really, that game is sooooooooo fucking addictive.
Bran is having a women he’s been chatting with online as an overnight guest tonight, and possibily tomorrow night. I’m going to sleep on the hide-a-bed, unless that’s where she chooses to sleep. Last night I was feeling very much worried that it would become another situation that happened with Grace, where I’d be treated like shit in my own house. I don’t want that to ever happen again. When Grace was here I didn’t speak up because I felt that I would be interfering in their relationship. In many ways I still feel that way, but at least I know that Bran will speak up now. Why he didn’t before I don’t know, but he’s assured me that he will this time should something similar occur. We’ll see I guess.
Dad phoned last night and was going to come over today, but I put him off to next weekend. After next week Bran and I will be studying for finals so I don’t want to have to entertain him at the same time. This way it’ll be easier, just before classes end.
I’m trying to think of something to have for supper. I’m thinking of sending Boy to the store for some more hamburger buns. Bran thinks that we’re need more groceries. I don’t want pasta and sauce, I don’t want chicken with jerk sauce, though chicken with mushroom gravy has possibilities…
Anyway, I’m going to go to the bathroom and then set myself up to wash a shit pile of plasticware. I can’t figure out how we manage to use so much of that stuff. it always has to be handwashed and is a pain. Anyway, I’m off.
Ta-Ra