I wish this place would call me. I want to lounge around all day in another person's t-shirt and eat sweet cream ice cream all day. Then, later in the evening, I'd cook up dinner and clean around the house, take a nap, watch Nigella Lawson on the Style Network and then lounge some more. Sigh.

In the meantime, I'm making lunch and getting ready to hop into the shower. Lunch today isn't nearly as good as lunch yesterday. We went to a Chinese place down the street from the apartment. I did call Mom before the food came out though. Henry answered and told me "she'll call you back" and I heard her crying in the background. So I asked him if it had anything to do with Dad. "Yes, I have to let you go, bye Krystina". All right. I waited half an hour and then called 'em back and found out Dad pulled his back and Mom used her hospital code to check his MRI/EEG/brain scan results. The EEG was normal but the MRI is showing abnormal results and they won't find out until tomorrow what exactly that means. Joy. So tomorrow, I'll be waiting for her to get ahold of me and let me know what is going on.

Basically, I don't want to go to work today. I'm too tired for it. I'd complain some more but apparently, for once, I was asleep before anyone else, so I really can't. I mean, I could but it wouldn't really be valid, would it? But unless I can get ahold of this damn woman, I have to. So that means I have to get off my ass and go shower and throw on clothes. But not before the obligatory Internet quiz.

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