Put On Some Pants

It's amazing how much my life comes to a screeching halt when I can't use my phone. Everyone knows my phone is a piece of crap. The screen broke when I dropped it off a balcony so I could never read texts, and then I covered the entire phone with a sticker and pink rhinestones, so it looked even more ghetto fabulous. Last night, though, it ate it for good.

Someone raised their hand to give me a high-5 even though I clearly couldn't participate because I had a keg cup in one hand and my phone in the other. But, being a typical guy, he just kept his hand there until I conceded and gave him the back of my hand (the one still holding my cell phone). He smacked it sending my cell flying out of my hand and straight into my drink. We dried it off, and I just ignored it for most of the night until I got home and heard the phone battery litterally fizzing on my desk while I tried to fall asleep. Party hardy.

So, tonight I was very sad because no phone=nobody to do things with. Chloe also went out to the Mariner's game leaving me in the house alone. I was having a personal pity party so I went to take a nap/watched the Mummy online. But finally, Miki took me out on a roommate date to see In the Land of Women. It was not exactly a bundle of giggles type movie, but overall I enjoyed it immensely. Nothing like Adam Brody to cheer you up.

The bit where Meg Ryan is throwing up from chemo phased me a little bit, though. Except for things like facial paralysis and tiredness, Olive never really let me see the hard part of having cancer, so whenever I am confronted with visual images of people being really sick, I have a hard time. Still, me having a hard time does not involve tears or anything like that. Just a slight pang that I think is something like the regular-person feelings I used to experience. Maybe I'll cry tomorrow at the Relay for Life luminaria thing. I think I would like that. I know it made me sob last year, but there's no guarantee that I'll do it again just because of that, since I never even cried on her d-day this year. I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish.








"Hey Grandma, not okay to answer the door when you're not wearing clothes."
-Carter Webb