gayballs

Rough night.
I'm at home, broke and with the sniffles. I'm dying for them to go away.
A little sad, I guess. A little lonely. A little uncomfortable in my own skin.

My roommate had a two-plus hour phone conversation that fucking reverberated through the house. I had to leave, broke as I am, and eat out, to give myself someplace to be.

I feel like a total cheeseball but I'm listening to the Juno sndtrk (on my ipod, in case the roomie, Anna, decides to get on the phone again), a disc I'd previously written off as the new Garden State soundtrack-- too cheese and popular for me to ever listen to.

Yeah. So I'm like the humans that Tolkien described in The Hobbit-- I come bumbling about, occasionally wrecking things. If anyone is reading this is hurting as a result of my bumbling about, you have my sincerest apologies. I'm sorry.

This week, as I mentioned in a previous blog, found me getting billed for my hospital and clinic visits. I was also billed for the last two months worth of car insurance (and then some), a new tire, and this month's car payment. This is way, way beyond a grand in bill payments.

There were things I'd wanted to do this week, but I'm staying home instead.

If I weren't blogging from my ohone I'd add a photo or two to lighten the mood around here.