The trip to California came and went too fast.

I had a great time visiting with my brother. We went and did the Monterey tourist thing since SF was going to be too crazy because of the Bay to Breakers while I was there.

I got a wonderful new hair cut from Janet, she is still a goddess in my opinion. Nobody does it better.

Visited with a couple friends in the Santa Rosa area for one day and spent another day in Clearlake.

Clearlake sucked ass. I couldn't locate my best friend, even after researching his last known address, hunting down his mother at her job (she was off that day) and talking to a nosy neigbor to get the work address.

I went to visit my parents and I can honestly say one thing about them. They are fucktards. Stupid sons-of-bitches. I hadn't seen them in four years and my mother had to go to a god damn fundraiser meeting in another town which limited my visit time to about half an hour.

I did manage to keep my sarcasm and anger under control, but it really hurt my feelings. I guess I expected too much from them. The saddest thing is they don't seem to be doing too well, I had it in my mind when I left there that the meeting I had with them last tuesday may very well be the last time I ever see them (alive) and I am okay with that.

I could go into so much more detail about that but I would rather not. I have decided to let them be their dysfunctional stupid selves by themselves. I don't care anymore.

That was the day before I flew home and I am still kinda depressed and emotional, hence the not posting thing.

I am working on picking myself up, yet again and will get onboard with taking care of myself.

What really sucks is there are some days when I feel really good, I am positive about things, I think that I am looking better and walking better (I haven't worn my brace for about 3 weeks now, even at the airport of doom) and something happens to derail all of that. I was walking in the garage area of the shell station and I tripped over my left foot and fell really hard on my knees. I was never so embarrased, and went home crying like a baby. Poor Michael, why does he put up with me? As an afterthought, he is really good with a bandaid and neosporin.

Looking forward to 24 tonight. I think it is on for two hours. If I can get out of work right on time I will make it with maybe 10 minutes to spare before it starts.