friday afternoon blues

Is it 4:20 yet? I am at work and there is only one thing I can think of that would be worse than being here -- unpacking boxes at home. Yes, yes, I still have rooms full of boxes from the last time I moved (2 years ago). I have way too much shit for one person. Add to that all of the crap that I have that belongs to other people and you have one gi-normous crapload of garbahge. Sometimes I kind of wish it would all just go away, you know?

My daughter has a soccer game tomorrow in Lake Arrowhead. I suppose I will drag my ass up the mountain to see it (and her, of course). I have something for her. (I won't say what it is since there is the slightest chance that she will read this.) But I have a feeling she'll be happy to get it.

My father is in the hospital, dying. He's been in the hospital, mostly in intensive care, for at least 5 weeks. He's had Parkinson's Disease for forever and this has been a long time coming. And yes, of course I voted in favor of funding stem cell research.

Back to the issue of my house being a mess. I really cannot stand it. And yet, I am incapable of doing anything about it. Why this is, I cannot figure out. I don't like it and yet I do nothing. I do want it done, though. Crazy talk.

Four more years of BUllSHit. Every time I think about it, I feel like I am going to hurl and I don't know if I can take it. I think I'll blame the state of my house on that moron...