i was on my way home from work and fell asleep at the wheel and totaled my dad's '02 saab station wagon. i then stayed home from work on the subsequent friday, may 30. i didn't let my dad know until the next tuesday.
resolving that incident has been, in short, a fuckfest. it's also been the single most prevalent motif of my home life for the last three weeks.
other motifs for this one.
cleaning. we're holding construction at my house again next week while we're in vermont, and this time the area from which a decade of shit will be transferred is the garage. i swear there are things in there that we haven't touched since literally we moved into the house. stirred up painful memories of how little we used some of the equipment, bad memories about how some of the equipment was actually used. and then there was the sensation of disgust.
games. my sister beat phoenix wright: trials and tribulations this month. the sun has set on ace attorney's dominion over another person. also, i've been playing super mario rpg and tetris attack. recently beat capcom's demon's crest.
socialization. mostly in the form of celtics games and some brawlin' sessions. insert obligatory cry of 'fuck yeah, celtics!' for the players, forty-eight hours too late. saw night at the roxbury recently and jesus, what an awesome group movie. there was also anat's party, which was fun and classy as always, and an asian chinese school picnic cookout that turned out to be surprisingly tolerable thanks to robert, sue zhang, and steff's presence.
dates. spread out on weeknights and weekend days. got myself some books at the library. my woman is now in las vegas, and i'll be in vermont next week. and that's oka. july will make everything better.
to read: the count of monte cristo and catch-22.
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