urban earth mother

Dad called last night. They had Gimp Night Out on Frday and went out to see Spiderman II. Sounds like I like that flick more than he did, but then I had Tobey Maguire to oggle. The plan is for him to get out next week, but maybe earieer. could be as early as Wednesday. One of the girlfriends is moving in for a couple months to help him out at home. Of course the first place he said he would be was his camp. Yeah, great dad. A fucking month dealing witj a stroke and you want to get out and go party again. That's why you had the fucking stroke in the first place. Whaterver. It's his life and there's not much I can do to make him clean up if he doesn't want to.

I'd been doing at least one post a month, but there went June, with narry a post. Go figure. My dad had a stroke on June 2. He was doing okay until his second day in the hospital when the DTs set in (they neglected to put him on a bourbon drip for some reason) which put him in intensive care for two weeks. I've been a bit scattered what with going up to see him and coming back and trying to be in my life with job and moving and all that fun shit. Oh yeah, I'm moving. Roomie is going off to grad school next month and I just can't swing the HUGE apartment on my own and am too old and set in my ways to get a new roommate. But as luck would have it, a smaller two bedroom opened up downstairs and the landlord offered it to me first. This not only saves me the moving expenses and coming up with first/last/deposit/fee/anything else we can stick you for, but also saves me the credit check, which I'm sure I would never pass. But I've been here for the past 6