Saturday, September 13, 2008
Rule of life #241. Faceplanting tarmac /will/ result in half of your face looking like raw meat, as my father found out today. I'm dithering between being sympathetic and being irritated at him, to be honest. On one hand his face looks awful, and he was in discomfort...but on the other hand, he should've had his helmet on, /not/ been at the pub in the first place (he owes Auntie and Uncle money still) and then decided to be somewhat of a brat to me when I went home from the hospital with him and made him his dinner. "I don't want water with my tablets...it's bad for you." I very nearly lost my temper with him. Again. How can you constantly keep your cool with a guy like that? My respect for my grandparents has increased so much over the past few weeks, especially since my father seems to be getting worse moodswings. (Moral dilemma #26, temper and moodswings possibly cause by brain degeneration). Still.
Josh, John and Chris 'invaded' the bungalow yesterday evening since my grandparents are currently away in France for all of next week. We ended up having a LAN game of 'NeverWinter Nights', something I'd played before but wasn't too keen on. Playing in a group was rather hilarious however, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Nothing got spilled on the chairs or carpet, and despite John having a close run-in with a lamp, nothing was broken, either.
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So he came back from the proverbial, cyber-space death. Am I happy about this? In one way, I suppose. I've missed him. Missed our conversations and the way we could so easy just talk and confide the evening away as though it were the most natural thing. But on the other hand, it's one of those things that I know would be better if I cut my losses and remained where I was. Getting over the fact I wouldn't get to speak with him again. I stopped myself sending him a note or two over DA, and then he goes and re-adds me to MSN. It's just a case of one step at a time, I guess.
