i am a wuss.

So I just e-mailed my dad. Again. Why?? I said I wouldn't check that e-mail, but I did, and then I was scared that HAD written, but of course they didn't, so I wrote again. Just 2 paragraphs about food and memory. Nothing big. Nothing that addressed anything from yesterday's email. Just a supplement, I guess. Why did I feel compelled? It's not like I don't have work to do today. I don't know. Perhaps I just kept hearing my father's accusations that they only time I write is to drop a bomb. Which isn't exactly true, but it is an exaggeration of something that isn't totally false either. So I needed to send something mundane to supplement the "bomb" of yesterday perhaps. Oh well. I'm not going to spend too much energy fretting about it now, it's already done. Now it's just time to not check my e-mail and not call them (my other urge). I seriously have come remarkably close to calling them and just being like "hey what's up". Almost as if nothing is wrong. Ah, the impetuousness of youth. I am, however, getting more clarity on what I want from them, should they even ask at any point. Or should I decide to offer anyway.

Moving on.

The urinal cake is upside down in the bathroom. I stare at it everytime I'm standing there. It bothers me. But really, who's going to reach down and flip it?

Speaking of, I included this information in a comment earlier, but I must state it again here. According to Bill Maher who watched the alleged R. Kelly video, he's into water sports. That really weirds me out. Not water sports in general, but just the added fact to the whole "sex with a 14 year old" thing. It's bad enough to manipulate sex and power to someone underage, but the fetish aspect is just extra horrible. And gives an even worse name to fetishists.