Thirty Five

ahem,
i think, no, i know for certain, that i am losing my mind. Although this has been said many times in my life, i can probably assure you that this is the one time it is lost. Not even Saint Anthony himself can find it. This is all probably due to a lack of communication with the outside world. I'm not talking in a sense that I have no techonology at the moment to converse with friends, because although I have been slacking with my cellular device once again, there is always this wonderful balcony and the connections it provides and the never ending invitations to use Rae's phone if i have to. I'm speaking of a lack of friends, compagnions, amigos, aquaintances, etc. Friday night consisted of Tokyo, which in itself included an hour stay, two jack and cokes, buffering, calling a girl out on talking shit right next to me, a 5 minute dance party and the unexpected meeting with Marf. You would think this would be enough for one to consider it a night of wonderful nordians forming a "social event". But being followed by Saturday night's plans of no one wanting to hang out leading to Rae and I laying on my bed as i fell asleep in and out of a coma while she explained the rules of Kings to me, it came to my attention that I need to get out and start making friends.
This post is clearly a bunch of blabbing to waste time until Rae returns from nourishing Mike Hand's unourished cat. However, the eye lids are alreay getting heavy. Rae, if you are reading this, like you said you would, and I am in bed sleeping, sorry? heart shaped pancakes and the trimming of bald spots tomorrow night? we could enjoy them on our new kitchen table?

On a sadder note, my grandfather has stomach cancer. They aren't doing anything about it, so for now we're just going with it and seeing what happens as time passes.

On a happier note, a cute southern boy visit at the end of the month?