Another weekend of nothing. You could tape my life and call it a Seinfeld episode. More West Wing. And more cleaning. Cleaned my apartment and cleaned and Armor-All'd my car. Didn't eat out once, which is a tremendous achievement for me. I did venture to HEB twice to get food, but I'm discovering new frozen meals other than Lean Pockets. And since I'm überpoor (literal translation: "over poor", which means middle or wealthy class or over the poor. it's humorous in that I'm not!), I have to save every penny I can.
BTW, I'm in love with cyclist George Hincapie. He's on the U.S. Postal Service Team in the Tour de France. Exhibit A, Your Honor. And while we're at it, Exhibits B and C.
Went to my therapist today, which was great in that I yelled a lot about my parents. For those not in the know, I haven't spoken to them in about six months, because, well, they're being dumbasses. In the last two weeks, I've crafted a letter to send to them about why I'm angry with their actions. When it comes to heavy, serious topics, our family tends to communicate via letters and email. My dad told us twice via email that he was leaving my mother. Seriously. Email. Twice. So, I find it best to communicate back to them in the same medium. Hopefully, I will finish up the final draft of the letter this week and send it along. I just finished a great IM session with my sister about the letter. She gave me some good ideas for polishing and additions.
So now that I'm all worked up about my parents, I should head to Gregory Gym and get in some cardio.
Posted by Ben at July 26, 2004 06:09 PM
