this little row home.

I spent the night at Katherine and Al's, because there wasn't much else to do on Friday. Sometime in the middle of the night, she came up into the spare bedroom to tell me that she and Al were going to the hospital because this past week, she's been having terrible stomach pains because she has an ulcer now. Yeah. They came back at around 6am, and she was better.
We went to Ikea at around 10am because she got her refund check, and they're constantly making their house a home. I picked up some shit that I really needed, like kitchen shit. Then we went to Wal-Mart, and as much as I hate that place, I bought a vacuum, a memory foam pad for my bed and some cat shit for Sherman.
I was so excited when I finally got home...I love being domestic! I vacuumed the Trin, and washed all my bedding, and put down the foam thingie, and did the dishes, and rearranged my kitchen cabinets, and cooked dinner, and did more laundry, and cleaned the bathroom, and did more dishes, and swept the basement, and took a shower, and made up my bed...and yeah, I guess that's it. All that was done between 6 and 9pm. Now I'm just bored.

Tomorrow I believe Katherine and Al are taking a train into the city and I'll meet them at the car show. Should be fun. I like looking at cars...it fuels all my hot rod porno flick dreams.

And maybe tomorrow when I walk home, I'll go buy myself some flowers for St. Valentine's. Some calla lilies. Or maybe I won't...I'd have to buy a vase as well. No flowers for Leslie. I've never received flowers in my life; and I suppose buying them myself wouldn't be the same. I bet the feeling of being cared about is nice though.

I can't wait until I decide to go to bed tonite because I bet my bed will be stellar.