what is it about the death of my parents that scares me so much? i am obsessed with it. i mean, i just spent half a day with both of them, and it's like i want more. i want to move back home almost. perhaps it's that feeling of complete comfort. that feeling of home. this place that bitchface and i bought is nothing more than a facade of her divising for a future that never happened. i wish i could sell it.
helped my dad put a basketball goal up today.
it was hot, but kiddo and i played outside after i'd gotten my energy back.
lunch: chicken, apples & pb
dinner: bbq, baked beans, slaw
i had a brownie at mom's.
no workout.
mowed the grass first thing, then off to mass, then hung out for a bit before heading down. ended up just being my oldest brother. the oldest and the youngest. sis is in cali for a niece's college graduation, and the other two brothers had backaches.
they need to lift weights.
