Last Words

Mario goes to work at around 2, and Franco and Daniel are at college, so I get myself to myself for a large part of the day. There are lots of advantages to alone time. You can sing really loudly, set new standards for minimal clothing, play music and movies at top volume, boobytrap the place for when the roommates get home, cry for hours about how life is misery mounted on misery and how nobody ever does what I frickin' tell them to, etc. It's a variety pack, and I'm taking full advantage.

Friday Franco's holding a party at our place - I was told there will be alcohol, Kool-Aid, chicken, and watermelon, because the birthday girl is black. What better birthday present than a racist joke, eh?

Dava's (the Living Incarnation) techies finally responded to my dad's emails. Actually they responded on August 28th, but Yahoo Mail shooed the Divine Email right into the spam folder. Needless to say Yahoo Mail is going straight to hell. Anyway, this means my parents are now going to be devoting lots of their time to the Way of Freedom as Dava calls it. On one hand this could be a problem, because I'm kind of counting on them to make some money so that I don't have to. On the other hand, maybe my inheritance just got one hell of a lot bigger. Having Gods as parents could open some doors...or get me tortured and crucified, can't remember which. Hmm...I guess I'll have to do some risk assessment.

It's kind of strange to be sitting here, calmly writing hilarity, while Hurricane Ike is flying straight at me with what I doubt are the best intentions. As of now I have about 48 hours before Ike's elemental fury unleashes itself on the half-evacuated city of Houston. If this were a movie I would be spinning sentimental confession pieces over the phone to my friends and family, doubting my sexual preferences, and generally being a pathetic wreck. Fortunately I'm really hungry and all I can think of is that tuna that's sitting in the fridge. Mmm...tuna...