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heh. a NICE bit of old-fashioned feedback for 'reading glasses' this morning. and a more modern one, too, in the form of an lj comment. ;) nahce. i'm still sleepy. but since i'm also hungry, i spose i ought to take the cereal and go up to the hotel to see daddy.

picturespam from my boredness

an appropriate shirt. except for the part where i'm not submitting Real Stuff anywhere now. bleh. we hatessss the block. blockish thing. whatever.
( four me. how many people does it take to get daddy out of the wheelchair? drugstore!spam. )

more picturespam: but this time, of BOYS

viggo from some magazine, alan rickman raising one eyebrow, johnny depp in an open-necked blouse
( boyspam for today )

VIGGO

ohmygod, could viggo BE any cuter? --from the nyt

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so i've been THINKING OF going to bed for just over two hours.

i'll be up early tomorrow and at therapy with da-ji.

yesterday, on the phone, our adjustor reduced mom to tears (and to hanging up and turning the cell off) by refusing to rent a three-bedroom apartment for us while they dither over modifying the house. she maintains they are concerned only about daddy's welfare and not his family's. he needs one to sleep in, one to computer in--that's it. and no, he doesn't need his family around him, but would probably be better off without us around him. he is receiving excellent care. (she's never met us, or his care, in person. we're having to train each attendant in how to do everything; they don't even know what the pieces of equipment are called. we're afraid to leave him alone with them for any extended time since should an emergency occur, they have demonstrated they don't know what to do.) that fucking bitch.

i got the check that will enable me to buy a ticket to toronto. hollsk's wedding is in nine days.