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feeling: -_-
listening to: Shingo Mama - Gakuen Tengoku
It stinks in here. Really bad. Because my dad has been working on his car all evening and the fumes have traveled up to the house from the basement (which is also the garage) and up one level further into my room. It's giving me a headache. ><
Wanna know what else is giving me a headache? Mitsu's medicine. I got the stronger antibiotic that person at the forum recommended, and it comes in tablets and the dosage says 2 tablets per 10 gallons the first day followed by 1 tablet per 10 gallons for days 2-5. Well, Mitsu's vase holds less than a gallon. This means I have to crush up the little tablets into dust, then divide the dust pile into smaller fractions that end up being about enough to cover my fingernail. Last night it took me half an hour, and tonight it took me a full hour because I screwed up my measurements and didn't put in enough and had to section it out all over again to make up the difference. Only thing I have to measure the little dust piles with is my eyeballs. Which are extremely sore right now, and the freakin' fumes from the car aren't helping.
This stupid junk darn well better heal my fish.
Oh, wanna know why dad's been working on the car? Yesterday we were babysitting my nephew, and my parents left around 8 in the evening to take him home, a 2 hour round trip. 11:00 rolls around and they're still not home, so I thought they must've stayed to visit a while; they do that often. Well, finally I heard a car in the driveway and thought, good, they're home. But the car kept running for several minutes and the garage door still didn't open. So I went upstairs to look out my window. I don't see Dad's car, and not just because was dark; all I saw was a huge vehicle with gobs of lights all over it, and 2 or 3 dark figures walking around it. One went up toward the front door, and one spotted me in my window and looked back at me. Then the doorbell rang. Much like it did a month ago when some jerk broke in and swiped Mom's jewelry box and purse. Well, I went to the door, convincing myself that the vehicle had to be either a tow truck or a fire truck, considering all the lights. But I still released a heck of a choking breath when I opened the door and Mom was standing there. Their car had broken down, and they'd sat on the highway for an hour before someone stopped and called them a tow truck.
And now, a night later, fumes from Dad's work on the offending vehicle are consuming every drop of oxygen in the house, destroying my sense of smell and ravaging whatever it is in my head that, when ravaged, leads to a headache.
I can't wait to say goodbye to this week.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 8/15/2002 10:35:00 PM
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