Championship bout

I stayed up last night watching Twilight on TV. I was able to wake up without opening my eyes, thus pretending to still sleep when Malou walked in the 1st time and reacted like it was such a scandal that I was still asleep at ... 8:30AM! But the 2nd time, she woke me up saying we had to go.

PHILIP: What time did you sleep?
RYAN: Early.
Malou Early morning?

That's the same thing my mommy answers back with!

The family asked me what I wanted for breakfast. I jokingly said pancakes, a joke because the maids obviously wouldn't know how to cook that. When I went downstairs for breakfast, I found they had bought pancakes from McDonalds! There were 4. I finished 2, but only bit into the 3rd and had to rush to see my dad in the hospital before his operation - or the "championship bout," as he put it - at 11:ooAM.

DAD: Mom called me AGAIN.
RYAN: What did she say?
DAD: She said don't eat too much!

I got some video footage. When dad fell asleep, he rolled over, and we could all see his ass. My biggest regret was not catching that on video before Philip covered him with a blanket.

We went to eat at 1 of the many malls. I had a porterhouse steak and a blueberry and cheese crepe.

Dad's operation was done by 3:30PM. They took out the part of his lungs that had the cancer, but unfortunately found new lymph nodes.

When I got home to finish my last 2 pancakes, 1 of them mysterously did not have the bite that I left in it. That could mean only 1 thing: the maids prematurely threw them away when I left, but realized that I'd probably want them later, so they bought new ones.

I had packed a bunch of books in my bag and opened it for the 1st time. My mommy insisted I wouldn't read during my trip, so it was time to spite her. I picked up Mick Foley's autobiography Have A Nice Day, which Carlos let me borrow over a year ago. I haven't read it since I was in Italy 2 Septembers ago, last year. I actually finished it tonight, except for the bonus chapter.