Monday mornings are like half a post.
Feb. 13th, 2006 06:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackshoegazerThe weekend, by traditional definitions, is over. Monday has arrived like a party guest two days early for the shindig. Once the boy is off to school, then I will go back to sleep. I need it.
I've been going to bed about 3am the whole weekend. Jacquelyn had her wisdom teeth, all four of them, out on Friday and I have been her servant and nursemaid, catering to her every whim, medicating her, feeding her, getting blankets and pillows, changing movies, playing video games, answering telephone calls, updating her mother on her status, you know, all that jazz.
It makes me realise I am going to hate having my wisdom teeth removed. I have this weird feeling about having wisdom removed from me, and parts of my body. When I had a biopsy a few years ago, they had to cut a small piece of my sternum out and I feel odd that a part of me was burned up or thrown into a lake as medical waste. Strange, but you know, it's... me, my physical manifestation. I'm sort of attached to it.
My roommate Brian and our friend Kenny got me my belated present for Generic Solstice Derivative Gift Exchange Ritual, a.k.a. Christmas. Apparently they were planning on it, but had to wait for their taxes to come in so they could afford it. What is it, you ask. Those sons of bitches bought me a guitar. Yes, a motherfucking guitar.
I have more to say about this butit has to wait... I have to get the boy to school.
To be continued...
I've been going to bed about 3am the whole weekend. Jacquelyn had her wisdom teeth, all four of them, out on Friday and I have been her servant and nursemaid, catering to her every whim, medicating her, feeding her, getting blankets and pillows, changing movies, playing video games, answering telephone calls, updating her mother on her status, you know, all that jazz.
It makes me realise I am going to hate having my wisdom teeth removed. I have this weird feeling about having wisdom removed from me, and parts of my body. When I had a biopsy a few years ago, they had to cut a small piece of my sternum out and I feel odd that a part of me was burned up or thrown into a lake as medical waste. Strange, but you know, it's... me, my physical manifestation. I'm sort of attached to it.
My roommate Brian and our friend Kenny got me my belated present for Generic Solstice Derivative Gift Exchange Ritual, a.k.a. Christmas. Apparently they were planning on it, but had to wait for their taxes to come in so they could afford it. What is it, you ask. Those sons of bitches bought me a guitar. Yes, a motherfucking guitar.
I have more to say about this butit has to wait... I have to get the boy to school.
To be continued...
