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Things went extremely wrong over the weekend. My weekend actually started off quite well. I had that procedure in the hospital, and can breathe again. I still have a cough from time to time and need to speak to the doctor about the biopsy results. I saw my daughter for lunch on Saturday, and even bought my wife a gift for Mother's Day.
I also took the time to go out by myself for a while. Twice. Aparently that's not allowed. I'm 43. I don't have to explain anything.
The bottom line is I had a HUGE fight with my dad and I wound up leaving the house (this is not the first time something like this has happened). I had nowhere to go. I grabbed as much of my female clothes as I could. Also, in an extreme rage, I took this little pocket radio and shattered it on the kitchen floor, telling my dad - and I quote - to stick it up your bloody arse. I was that furious.
I went to the train station. I first got as far as one of the local schools where I sat down and cried. I then made it to the train station where I then called Karen Brad, then Jen Jen. I wound up living out of a motel room for two days. Jen Jen came by twice. The fun part was that she bought me all this new makeup and got me all dolled up. I loved it so much that I didn't bother taking it off at bedtime.
I am back at the house and things are calm for the moment. But I can't stay there anymore. The thing is, this whole experience took a huge bite out of my already dwindling bank account. On top of it all, my wife needed money and I gave her some. Then, to make matters even better for me, I lost my credit card. Lovely.
I'm supposed to be taking my former student and her friend to dinner soon. Great. I hope they like McDonald's. These are the gorgeous girls who are doing the illustrations for the children's book I wrote. Maybe I just want to be seen in public with two hot women like that.
There was a lot of fun things I could have discussed, like my little trips out, or the new clothes I bought. Right now it's repairing everything.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse. They did.
