now that last entry was just a little too fascinating I suppose, leaving us all speechless (what?... self-mockery bledned with sarcasm and a bite of chili powder?... wait, it might have been the chili that set of the chain reaction in me... ok, hold the chili powder), so I'll try to be a little more benign this time...

yawning yet?...

I spent a couple of hours rearranging and unpacking boxes today, but mostly rested... this body is tired and the electrolite levels felt pretty screwed up most of the day, but they seem to be settling down now that I've put a couple of meals into the belly... the plumbing all seems to be working ok (or within normal parameters, as Data would say), though there is still some residual sediment flowing out with the waste water... what's the scientific name for the stuff that forms out of solutions and precipitates to the bottom of the container when the density is too high?... forgetting my chemistry in my old age, huh?...

so anyway, the place is looking just a little more settled... Raspy's desk and boxes are still everywhere, but I don't expect much to be done with his stuff until the weekend since he works at least twelve hours a day and has chiropractor appointments and Precious to take care of (hopefully he'll start shopping for food for her to eat this week)... I'll see about getting to the kitchen stuff tomorrow... after I keep my doctor appointment... yes, I decide to consult the weather person after the storm... it's not like she could have done much during the worst of it, even if she was reachable... maybe we'll do some tests, maybe we'll just smile and get a note to take a few more days off work (horrible, aren't I?... well, I am not faking sick and I am only slightly milking it and that can be said only cuz my standards are so dang high... the last stone I passed in 2001 I actually worked more than forty hours in three days while passing it and it took three days to pass... I decided that I am no longer that crazy for this job)...

meanwhile, I'm bored with my medical ramblings (the worst patients, I know) and the emptiness of life here... I think I'm going to throw a party in my mind if I don't get too distracted by Precious tonight... as precious as Precious is, high school is not where my excitment or inspiration is to be found (ah, if I was only so perverse)... but then, even in fantasies my tastes are more seasoned these days... I'll leave the age of innocence and the virginal fantasies and the full time teaching of the young for someone else, like her dad... trouble is, as usual, he's gone to bed and she's looking for attention and interaction... she does not seem to notice that I am typing steadily and focused on writing when she comes in and starts talking... we are still going through the adjustment period... I will learn how to ramble on and throw my parties and be creative while sharing space and answering random questions and giving a bit of nurturing, somehow... I just reminded her to eat dinner... after all, I do love her and family adjusts to each other... right... now if I can only convince her to eat over the table and not put her microwave plate on the arm of the couch... well, the couch is old... but I wonder how many times the brand new carpet will have to be stained before it sinks in that we will have to pay for replacement next year if we move out... like father like daughter I guess... napkins, tables, even plates seem foreign to my two dear roommies... she apparently doesn't know much about microwave cooking either and doesn't take suggestions too well, for even though she said she understood the process of microwave and how it continues cooking after the microwave stops and if you eat the food immediately you have a good chance of burning something... she didn't wait and is now drinking more Pepsi to cool her burnt throat... these two can single handedly keep pepsi in business... definitely not the veggie business though... she's complaining about the cooked carrots, picking out the peas... dinner was a Boston market frozen meal and two 24 ounce bottles of Pepsi... I do stick my two cents in about the unbalanced diet and lack of exercise and sloppy habits and so on, but it's not easy setting limits on other people's children, ya know?... maybe distracting me from the constant thought of wanting to share everything with a soulmate is just what I need right now... uh-huh... I'm trying to convince myself against my will, but nobody has to notice...

anyway, back to the party in my head... I might not have the energy to relate it all to you as I sometimes do, but maybe there'll be something worth reading in in the gardens if you look around... meanwhile Precious wants me to look up the winners of the Oscars for her since her dad didn't connect their computer yet... so much for the party in my head and enjoying the days off... but I love her, yes I do... I hear all you parents laughing... even if you don't call and do it in person... so if nothing else, check some of these lovers and other favorites...

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