Bobby went to the hospital, he still can't walk. I have to help him around the house with stuff. He's a lot better now than he was. At first he couldn't even walk, much less get up and cook me dinner. We had children stay with us all week last week to keep us from getting too stressed out with each other. He had some sort of...thing... on his ass the other night. He thought it was an ingrown hair, but wanted me to check it out for him. I made him go bathe, and said that I'd look at it. He scrubbed his ass real good, and checked it out. There was a small pustule on the lower side, but it was mostly a large, angry red sore with the skin stretched tight across it. I didn't know what it was, had never seen anything like it before. He became convinced that it was infected, and needed something to put on it because it hurt him to sit down. We didn't have any good stuff for his ass, so I just told him to bear it and I'd get something for him the next time I was in town. He starts begging me to put a potato on it, because the potato would draw out the infection. I told him it was an old wive's tale, and he seemed to accept it. I mean, was I just supposed to make some instant mashed potatoes and slap some on his crack or something? I go back to the living room, where I was on the laptop. Next thing I know, he's prancing naked through the room with a wedge of potato shoved up his ass. It had to be the scariest thing I've ever seen.
Mary's party was Friday night after the ball game. I had to really work with Bobby to get him to accept that I was spending the night. We sat together all afternoon and talked, I waited on him hand and foot, and finally left for the end of the football game. Corey was there, Dana flirted with him after the game right in front of me. I told her that if she tries to compete with me for that hot piece of meat, I'd just have to get nasty on her. Heh. The party was a little slow to get started, but it did. Mary informed me that if it turned into a "Smoke every twenty minutes" party, we might as well all go home. All I did was go for a cigarette after we ate! By the time we got the music started, though, we were all having fun. I read the cards and the runes for everybody, and they all seemed to enjoy it. At one o'clock, her mom called downstairs and said it was time for bed. I thought that meant that we needed to get quiet, go upstairs, and watch a movie. No, that meant that I was to be sequestered in the guest bedroom so my gay self wouldn't be humping the ladies in their sleep. It really gripes me that a couple (a couple that they know about) was alowed to sleep together because they were both girls, but I, being the only member of my sex present, was shunted off to spend the rest of the night alone. I cannot remember any other time in my life where I was resentful of my gender. It really bothered me that just because I was a guy I had to be alone, while the lesbians got to sleep with members of their sexual preference. I found out later that they'd even had sex for about three hours. I went home. It just wasn't worth it.
Elections were yesterday. I went to bed thinking that Siegelman had won, since 99% of the votes were in, and he was about 3,000 votes ahead. I wake up to find out that Riley was contesting the votes from Baldwin county, and that that child-molestor might actually be our next governor. I realize that we're damned if we do, damned if we don't, but at least with Siegelman it won't get any worse. I'm also really worried about the Republicans controlling both houses of Congress and the Presidency. Der Furher, I mean, President Bush, will now be getting anything he wants in the Homeland Security arena. I will probably have to take this paragraph off when he makes it illegal to speak against any republican. Hell, I'll have to take the whole site down when it becomes illegal to speak of the fallacy of Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, as presented by the Bush administration. I'm thinking of moving to Canada. At least there I could smoke pot and not get in too much trouble.
We started talking about research papers in English today. My group didn't want to do anything really controversial. I wanted to rant about the government, or something like that. They want to talk about how hard it is to be nurses. How disgusting. I was so hoping that I could talk them into doing 'Prayer in Schools' so that I could be totally different from them. I never get my way! *pouts* Oh well, guess we'll have to compromise (read: Give them what they want).
That pretty much sums up everything that's happened in the week since I last wrote. Not much, I know, but something to talk about nonetheless. I'll try to be a bit more frequent in my updates now that things are getting back to normal. Unfortunately, I'm just not as interested in may page as I was at first, so I will probably be changing the main sections around to reflect my dis-interest in ranting about every popular religion and stuff. Oh well, we'll burn that bridge when we cross it. TTFN.
