My Bipolar Day

My Bipolar Day

1.) I forgot to tell Katie to throw the baby wipes (I stopped using regular toilet paper a year ago, and I'm of the opinion the wipes are far, far better) into the trash. So we stopped up the toilet.

2.) I had to find out if I actually got paid for the first couple days I worked last week. These guys do direct desposit only. Which is fine. So I get on my bank's website and...pffft. Crapped out on me. first it just brought up and error message, then it claimed that my browswer wasn't accepting cookies. It WAS. I tried three times to get on the site. Gave up and went to the bank.

The bank is being expanded. There were seven thousand cars in the parking lot, so we went to the drive-through. The ATM was blocked off. I had to walk up to it. It was out of service. I waited behind six cars (who apparantly were each withdrawing the entire national economy of Trinidad & Fucking Tobago for all the goddamn time they took)to get an aatual teller. Got the the front of the line, told the woman (knockout blonde, I usually like my bank) I just wanted my balance. Then I hit send on the tube. It didn't move. It took what felt like eons (but was probably only 20 seconds) to get the thing to go. What the fuck was THAT about?

They got the money in. Sans the twenty fucking dollars they charged me for their precious fucking drug test, of course. But I can trust them to pay me. Thank fuck for that.

So, instead of being able to do it here at home online, I spent well over half an hour going to the bank just to find out what my fucking balance is.

Oh, my old temp agency called and offered me a job this morning. Starting today. Kinda hard to when I have my kid here. This is the first job offer they've had for me since...oh...1974, I think. OK, it's only been a month.

3.) I remembered when we got back how much stuff I have to cart up to Marion. My gear takes up most of the space in the car already, and we have Katie's stuff too. But my parents' van is still here since they haven't had a chance to come get it yet. So I thought, hey, great idea, I can drive us up in that, then Mom can drive us back down here Sunday.

She thought it was a great idea. Dad, on the other hand, has instructed me exactly how to LEAD MY MOTHER BY A LEASH in order to get her back home Sudnay. See, according to my father, my mother is obviously blind, stupid, lame, has terrible reaction times, can't add 2 plus 2, is susceptible to drooling episodes, can't be trusted with a rectal thermometer, lacks the appropriate skill needed to put one foot in front of the other and WALK, and is INCAPABLE OF DRIVING MORE THAN 30 MILES FROM THE HOUSE WITHOUT A GODDAMN SEEING-EYE DOG AND EXPLICIT FUCKING DIRECTIONS WRITTEN IN TRIPLICATE.

The thing is, he has a point. After 35 years of being married to HIS psychotic control-freak emotionally-manipulative ass, my Mom IS incapable of rational thought. He's beat it the fuck out of her. And she's BELIEVED him. Hey, he fucked me up the cranial asshole too, but at least I SORTA knew he's full of shit. You know, sometimes. Like whenever I'm not trying to TIE MY SHOES without hearing that goddamn "You're gonna fail" voice in my fucking head. Fuck you, voice. Fuck you in the ass.

"She has no business being on the interestate."

These are the fucking fools who raised me. The concept of driving on an interstate highway ELUDES them. Did I grow up with the original Children Of The Goddamn Corn or what?

He has to work that day. So now, in order to get their fucking van back to them, I have to show Mom an alternate route back home and have her follow me half the way back to her house, since she obviously is not able to do it hereself, has no map-reading abilities, and is, in general, utterly fucking worthless at fucking everything. At least according to the asshole who gave me half his DNA.

When I moved to Indy last year, I thought "It'll be nice to be closer to my family." If that isn't evidence for why I need to go into serious therapy and stop drinking, I don't know what the fuck is. AM I INSANE???

OK, now the good stuff:

1.) I picked up Katie yesterday afternoon. Sheryl and I met halfway, which was very nice of her. We came back here and had dinner and turned on the TV. Watched some MST3K and had a lovely time. She heard some noise outside and looked out the window.

"Daddy! There's kids out there! Can I go play with them?"

She's really overcome the shyness she had prevously. Now she wants to play with every single other kid she sees. Which is really pretty cool. I'm happy about that.

I didn't feel like going out, but we did and I'm VERY happy we did. Three black kids who live here in the apartments, ages 4, 6, and 8. The oldest is the girl. The others were boys. They LOVED playng with Katie, and she had a great time. They ran around and played hide and seek and tag. Then they started collecting pine cnes and brought them to me. I ended up playing too. They hid pine cones and told me to find them. Of course, they then led me around and showed me exactly where they all were, which was pretty funny. Then we spent half an hour throwing pine cones and rocks into the little stream by the apartment. They were great kids. I'm glad we got to do that.

2.) Gigs tonight and tomorrow, and our gig next week will be the first with our "alternate" durmmer. I hadn't realized until yesterday that he's playing half (if not more) or the gigs from now on. We're booked almost solid for the next three months, with several gigs scattered through to the end of the year. I'm probably going to have to drive back up to Marion sometime during next week to do another practice with him. We've done three, but I've only been at one, and they've ran into some problems without me there. But the other guys are pretty excited about having him in, and I think he's going to work out great.

3.) Katie woke up before me, and was out playing with her dolls in the front room when I woke up. She had already put on a beautiful pink dress. I feel like the luckiest daddy on earth right now. We're having an early birthday party for her tomorrow at my grandma's, and she's VERY excited. I love watching her get that bouncy happy thing going. She's fun.

4.) Gonna go to my favorite place for lunch on the way up to Marion in a couple hours. Gotta see my favorite waitress.

Bullshit aside, I think it's going to be a fun weekend.

Love,
Dougie