mad cow disease just makes me so mad...
2004-01-17 - 11:12 p.m.

I haven't felt inspired enough to take up enough space to even make an entry lately, but hopefully that will change soon. Maybe I should take a vacation to the Bahamas or the middle of nowhere until I start writing anything worth reading again.

My family situation is about the same except my dad doesn’t seem as depressed/hurt/angry as last week, instead he’s been joking again. Nothing really has been resolved, but it hasn’t gotten any worse, so I suppose that’s good.

My parents went out for lunch today so these two ladies from the new church came over to stay with me. One of them is a close friend of my mother's and the other lady sings acappella and reminded me of a bad "before" picture from a makeover. I know, I'm a jerk. I got to know her today as we traded medical stories and computer stories and as I listened how annoying, uh endearing, the ladies children can be. She's really nice.

At first, whenever someone would come stay with me while my parents went out, I wasn't fond of the idea. It’s as if I'm being babysat, and I take offense at being treated like a helpless child; I resent it. I know that’s not how my parents or the people staying with me see it, but in truth, it is accurate. I can’t take care of myself and have only a little more ability and freedom than a two year old rather than a twenty year old. It really is humbling.