The Mattress In the Livingroom

Life is crazy.

My mother is currently living in the middle of the livingroom on a mattress. Spent a bit of time in the ER last night. She's ok, nothing life threatening but she's in a bunch of pain. Now she's starting a steady diet of percs.

There's a guy in my meetup group, whom I skated away from everytime he came up to me. He told someone else that we're "building something". That we email back and forth and that he really thinks I like him. Uh... no. He's creepy. And I have a hard time looking at his face. Because he's creepy.

Ice skating was fun though. We just kept going round and round and round. Really thought I was going to fall over by the time it was over. And that poor little kid who got sliced in the face. I mean, ouch.

There she was... a girl lying face down in the middle of an intersection. So... he and I both stopped to help her. Then the cops showed up and we had to stick around. He's cute and maybe he'll call but I'm not counting on anything.

Dark Knight is a good movie. Though it's depressing to know that was Heath Ledger's greatest performance (my opinion) and last role. Hope he's living it up in heaven.

Then we shall slink off to a taste of the Far East. PF Chang's. Good times had by those who went. Then getting lost, peeing in the bushes, and experiencing the outskirts of the ghetto was interesting. "We gotta get out of this place... if it's the last thing we ever do" just at the right time and a transvestite prostitute to boot. Too bad I had to call out of work the next day because of it.

Beethoven's music is actually philosophy or so the gentlemen introducing the Philly Orchestra told us. When he was happy, you could tell he was happy. When he was sad, you could tell he was sad. The music was delightful. And then came the phone call.

Mom's back in the ER. This time because the pain from her sciatica was out of control. Even with the steroids and the painkillers. So, I had to stop in there (after leaving the concert early). Oh - and someone from the past called looking for me. My dad knew him for a few years as I dated him for a few years. Still he said he called and followed it up with "whoever that is". Uh... Dad... that's my ex.

Called him back today. He's headed to Iraq on Thursday. We're going to keep in touch. This is his third tour. Please, Lord, let him come back safely. For his sake, his parents' sake, and his wife and stepdaughter's sake.

Saw the cutest boy ever. And I stuck to my "no" gun. For once. But, we talked. And he shared his troubles with me. And I hope he makes his way in the world. On Thursday he leaves for Israel. I'm excited for him.

So that's where the last few days stand with me.

Sheesh.