Well!

My dad is doing better. He's not out of the woods yet, but he's getting a little better every day, in a few weeks he should be well enough to be taken out from under sedation and off the respirator. I'll go back to Florida then. He missed his birthday, I should think of something to get him, I'm just not sure what yet.

Walter has been doing great. I don't know if you remember (or who I'm addressing this to) but their accidents were only 2 days apart. For awhile Walter was doing this odd cough thing, he would crouch down and then exhale really hard for a minute or so, then be completely fine. He started doing this less and less and finally stopped a few weeks after he came home. This morning around 6am I woke up to what I thought was him doing it again though. I hope it doesn't come back, it sounds awful.

I went on a date with a girl from the internet the other night. It was really awkward and she was super shy but fun and cute. We made some plans to hang out saturday, theeen she asked me how many people I'd met off this site. I said 1, her, and asked her the same. She started at millions, then down to 30, then 24. Mind was slightly blown. #1 how the fuck do you meet 24 people off the internet and nothing come of it? #2 how do you meet 24 people off the internet and still be super shy and not know what to do or talk about when you meet someone? you have so much practice! #3, back to 1, what is wrong with you when you go on 24 first dates and nothing comes of it! seriously.

I got real freaked out, and I told her, and apologized. I feel bad if I hurt her feelings but man, freaked out. I think I'm going to delete my profile off that page. It seems like it could be a good thing for meeting people but shit, 24, maybe I am just not cut out for online dating.

Semi-related, the girl I was sleeping with recently had a fling that might have fizzled out, so she maybe is coming over this weekend? We'll see.

A Dim Entrance

Well I'd like to start this blog off by saying: FUCK PORTLAND.

It's 105 today with a high of 107. I'm currently sitting in my livingroom in nothing but boxers in front of a fan which is in front of a bowl of ice water. It is a makeshift swamp cooler. I don't know if it's working yet.

Add this to the 14 fucking inches of snow we had this winter? I'm ready to move.

Other than that, things are going. Walter is doing so much better. He still has this weird cough thing that sounds awful but he almost never does it anymore so whatever the problem is (I'm assuming it's left-over issues from his when both of his lungs collapsed after getting run over by a car) it is going away. His chipped fang doesn't seem to be causing him any discomfort either as he has no problem fucking biting me in the middle of the night because he either doesn't, or just doesn't THINK he has any food in his bowl. Tony is still pretty miserable about not being able to go outside. I feel really bad for him but I have to do what is best for them. There are no cars in my apartment. Plus I cannot financially nor emotionally afford for anything like that to ever happen again to either one of them.

My dad, while doing better, it still pretty fucked up. 3 weeks ago yesterday he got hit by a car on his right side while riding a scooter. At least 5 ribs broke, punctured lung, and cracked hip. He is still not breathing on his own yet. He came in speaking but has since been under very, very heavy sedation as to keep him still while his lung and ribs and hip heal. Lately he's been doing a little better I guess. The breathing tube is out of his mouth, but now he has a trach tube in his throat holding it. He's going to better, it's just a matter of waiting and waiting and waiting.

OH and my god damn bikes are all awful. My road bike never seems to be adjusted right, especially after the saddle height got slammed from Emma borrowing it. The Hufnagel fits perfectly (as it should) but the non-drive side crank arm has developed a pretty fucked sounding creak and the drive side keeps getting loose?? And the mercier, after riding the Hufnagel so much, feels like ass.

I think the plan is this: fuck the road bike, sell that. Get new crank arms for the Hufnagel, be real damn careful when installing and making sure everythings tight enough. New bar/stem set up for mercier, or at least new bars. Steep drop stem + relatively narrow flat bars are not fun anymore.

Single life has been doing okay, I guess. I've been pretty flirty with cute girls at stores/at work/online. So that's fun. I've even been going on some dates! They're with a girl who has recently ended things with her girlfriend/roommate. I think I might have a problem with gay girls. Not that I think there's something wrong with them, but I think that I can make out with them. This would be okay normally because in most cases dudes who try and make out with lesbians get denied. Me though? It keeps happening. I keep pursuing girls who have been exlusively with women, then we make out. What the hell? I guess I am pretty unthreatening, but still! We're having a movie night in a few nights, if we make out then I will be convinced that I am the Lesbian Whisperer. What is wrong with me? What is wrong with them? You'd think I had some sort of comitment fear and kept going after unattainable girls, but no, I think commitment rules (and they keep being at least semi-attainable). I don't know. She's probably moving in the next month or so, so I'm just trying to enjoy hanging out with her as much as possible.

Finally, n the jean front, I just bought some Levi's 501 shrink-to-fits for $35 from Macy's. They're literally 9 times cheaper than the last pair of jeans I bought. I wore them today for the first time. They're okay. The fit and construction are something I'm comfortable paying only $35 for, but I can't see them going into heavy rotation though.