Good evening! I'm updating tonight via satellite (really a laptop) from the great state of NY. Saturday along with 39,999 other people, I participated as part of the Cancer Schmancer team in the Revlon Run/Walk 5k. We went to sleep around 12am Saturday and woke up at 2am. We were on the ferry for 4am, in Times Square at 5am, and checking people in at 6:30am. The walk was really fun, and at one point I was walking directly next to Fran Drescher. My friend Mark and I kept trying to take a picture of the two of us while getting Fran in the shot. (His gf works for Cancer Schmancer so it's not like we couldn't get a picture of her, I think we were in a way mocking all the crazy people taking pictures.)I got tired and sore near the end. Luckily it started to rain and people cleared out. We walked back to the subway with me and Mark carrying the nearly 6 foot CS banner like a battering ram and ended up on a PACKED subway. But we survived and were back at our satelitte "home" around 2pm (I think, it's all a little blurry.) Later that day (around 6pm) Mark came back and we went to Chili's. He had an advantage over the rest of us bc HE got to SLEEP for 3 hours. (He was actually shocked the rest of us were still awake.)
We drank a lot of coke at Chili's with our meal (even the diet soda drinkers were jonesin' for the caffiene and sugar.) I think I finally passed out around 10pm that night, and I was the last to crash. I remember going upstairs to pee around 4am. This morning they let me sleep until about 10am, and tonight I am once again the only one awake. We're going back home sometime tomorrow night. Usually we go back to a surprise from the cats. Amid the poop on the floor that I know will be there, last time we were treated to the side of our chaise ripped apart with clawed fabric left on the seat for our enjoyment. How can cute furry things be so BAD??
My mother got into a fight with one of my cousins from an incident that happened on Thanksgiving. Unfortunately I was a tad bit drunk and don't remember it clearly. But, I muddle through as best as I can. I read all the emails my mom forwarded me and tried to get my opinion into a short email I sent her. I think she got it, because later tonight she emailed me saying something along the lines of that she wishes she had acted differently, BUT there were still parts of my cousin's bf she didn't like and she missed my cousin. What I didn't tell her was that my cousin had IM'd me earlier and was deeply disturbed by the whole mess. Apparently one of my mom's friends emailed her under my mom's account calling her things like a "stupid fat fuck." My mom sent her an email apologizing for it, but seriously. Are we 10? My cousin now doesn't want to talk to my mother because she's afraid of her. Rightfully so. My mother, love her to death, is crazy. And it's only getting worse now that she's unemployed with too much time on her hands.
Well, off I go to my cold eggroll and late night laundry. Night :)
