whitness

its late. im tired. long night. my brother from another mother called and needed me to cover his shift at the radio staion. turns out his real brother died last week. he was headed to the funeral when he called me. sad story. family cut his little brother off when he refused to stay in rehab and stop drinking. this was about a month ago. little bro lost everything, wife, family, job, friends. i havnt heard how he died but it cant be good. i hate it for my frined and his family. guilt is an aweful thing. they tried for years to help him. he just refused to help himself.

so the girls and i packed up and headed to the station. all was going well. playing old school funk is fun...i like it. during the second hour the girls started playing a game..not sure what it was...bt it involved running in and out of rooms. of course the inevitable happened. CRASH!!! right into each other. when i looked up i saw the oldest crying on the couch acrosss the studio. i went over and she showed me that her pinky toe was sticking out. Man was it ever. not sideways but way away from where it was supposed to be. made some calls to some docs and determined tape, elevation, ace bandage, ibuprofen and ice was the best plan. finished the show up and we headed home.

Now all this time ive been trying to call my baby. its times like these you like to talk to your partner. not sure what is up...i guess she fell asleep. hope all is ok. i miss her. anyway...weird night overall. we watched goonies and RV for movie afternoon/night. i liked them both.

ah well..goodnight all...