I spent the whole day cleaning the house for relatives to come over at night for dad's 40th day death anniversary. (It's believed that one wanders the earth for 40 days before rising to Heaven.) Mommy's friend and accountant, Lena, came to help. But then mommy sent me to do groceries ... Yay free time!
Jazz was working at the Red Robin. I reached down my pants for a quick and subtle victory yoink as I passed by.
I bought some tapes at Best Buy for tonight's gig before going to Ralph's to pick up Jade colored roses, diet soda for the adults, ginger ale and Hawaiian Punch for the kids, and distilled water because it was cheaper than regular water.
The 5:30PM mass at church was being offered for dad. At home, the family started reciting a packet of prayers. Meanwhile, I had to skip out to record Paul and Martha's band's performance. Thank God since the family didn't know how to sing the hymns listed and eventually started arguing - during prayer, mind you - over how the rythm was supposed to go!
I drove to Woodland Hills, got lost for an hour before saying, "Fuck it," and drove to Tiwat's house to watch last night's 200th episode of Smallville that he recorded. Oh my God, I have never metaphorically ejaculated so many times over the greatness of an episode! The writers delivered! It had a "Ghost of Christmas past, present, and future" feel to it with Clark Kent (Tom Welling) time traveling all over the place to visit the source of his regrets and included scenes with his dad (John Schneider) who was killed off back in the 100th episode. I then realized, in a way, I am also Superman.
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