I should just rename all these entries, because “homecoming” simply does not do this “vacation” any justice. Maybe “Jersey Devils,” or something that connotes the completely horrible things that have befallen me this week. Think about it…last Tuesday night I was happily packing to come home. Then I got a phone call from a family member that exploded into an argument which is just now — seven days later — drawing to a conclusion, I think. Next I came down with a head cold. Today I struggled with sickness and yet another personal issue that has left me feeling down. I’m so tired of all this shit. Oh yeah, and it has been raining pretty much the entire fucking time I’ve been here. So, I’d say “Jersey Demons” (or something in that vein) would be much more accurate blog post titles than “Jersey Homecoming.” Maybe I should stop beating around the bush and just rename these entries, “The Week I Was Ass-Raped And Let Down By Everybody.”
…Drama Queen!
So, what did I do today? I woke up at 10:00am feeling sick. I sat on my mother’s couch for the next 11 hours taking medicines, drinking juices, and eating soups (plus two slices of buffalo chicken pizza for lunch). Between trips to the fridge for orange juice/water and trips to the bathroom to relieve myself, I was generally depressed and frustrated. No Country For Old Men was on one of the movie channels. I “wrote” some “pieces” in a notebook. I made a few phone calls. I watched the start of both the Mets and Yankees games, which is amazing for me because the games always start in the middle of the afternoon in Los Angeles. Finally, I met Meredith at a diner for tea. We commiserated with one another about our mutual illnesses. Then we talked about jumping the shark, and later talked about people who move to L.A. only to see their personalities change entirely. She was totally convinced I hadn’t changed until I unzipped my hoodie and showed that I was wearing a sleeveless black t-shirt with a gun printed on it. Apparently that made me fail the “Have You Been Negatively Influenced By The West Coast?” test. It’s okay though, I hear the chances of recovery are pretty high, but they require moving back to the tri-state area.
Now my mother and sister are watching some reality television program that is miles beyond the horrible reality crap to which I’m normally subjected. LOST is on tomorrow night, but I’m hopefully going to be out of the house doing something really exciting instead. It’ll be the first episode of the show I’ve missed since IÂ became hooked on it. I don’t know how I’m going to get through tomorrow night knowing that everyone else in the world is learning something new about the island that I won’t know until a few hours after they do.
Now I’ll go to sleep. I’ve got three and a half days left here, I really hope things start to turn around soon. This sucks. I feel like I haven’t been funny or informative at all for the past few days, but…you know…I’m sick and there’s actual shit going on in my life right now. This thing kind of takes a back seat when that happens. Sorry.
