17.12.07

(indescriminate gladhanding)

This is the part where i detail my activities for the first of nine days with which i have nothing particular to do.

With ten hours of transport, six of sleep, and twenty odd other since my last shower, this morning was pretty gross (I declined to take once yesterday upon the discovery that my mother had used all the hot water at my grandfather's house). Also cold, since no one normally lives upstairs (the vents are off!) and I'm above the garage to boot. Also cold because my blankets had fallen off (burrito homesickness!). I woke up at seven, saw my shadow, and went back for two more hours of sleep. the cold got to me by 9:30, and that was that.

(After all this complaining [drama!]), the first things i did was have a long hot shower. I also brushed my teeth twice with my sister's industrial strength toothpaste (which is, until further notice, my industrial strength toothpaste).

I then set about wandering the house in search of my mother (we have plans to go shopping [best buy, shoes]). I found her wrapping presents on the ping-pong table in the basement.* She sent me running around to get things for her, and then I started going through my toy shelves trying to sort things. Most of it is worthless to anyone but me, so it's a matter of keep or chuck. I chucked some of the most obviously useless things (pinewood derby cars, broken piece of big wheel no longer in our posession) then went upstairs.

I ate a grilled cheese on the last two pieces of bread in the house and found the family christmas card. I posted it here and then copyedited it (semicolons dad? srsly? -or- no comma before a coördinating conjunction followed by a dependent clause!).

Then I showed it to my dad, who was trying to make the wireless work on his laptop. I started writing this post, my dad solved his problem (fcn-F2, apparently) and went downstairs to make a sandwich, probably counting on aforementioned slices of bread.


*my mother wrapping christmas presents o nthe ping-pong table always reminds me of junior year of the song alamede, junior year of high school and my grandmother dying.

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