Tired

[handful_ofdust]

...as ever, and still sort of stuffed up. Today Michael McMaster brought his son Louis over; Louis (who is three, and looks five) destroyed my apartment several times, then capped the visit off by pulling the fire alarm in the hall. And breaking it, apparently! I don't know if we're going to be charged with damages, or what. Take that as it comes, I guess.

In other news, Cal can now charge against the baby-gate and bring it down, and threw three big screaming fits because I wouldn't let him do various things. He was sobbing and shrieking against my knees for maybe half an hour, as I tried to find out why the fuck my modem wouldn't connect (inter.net changed the damn number again, and absolutely did not inform me, no matter what some asshole Quebecois tech-supporteuses may think). On the one hand, I did break into the house-party film outline somewhat, but that was last night, and I only got past two pages before cacking out; on the other, I've had consistent diarrhea and hideous gas for the last three nights running, making it hard to sleep. This will count particularly tonight, seeing how I have to be out the door by 7:00 A.M. tomorrow.

Oh yeah, and I didn't sign those sheets yet, either. Welcome to my crap-ass life, Part Forever.

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[(Anonymous)]

On the other hand, we now have a great story to embarass Louis with when he's older, so it's not a total loss. ;)

Thanks again for putting up with my rampaging spaz monkey today, I'm sorry to hear Cal's mood went downhill after we left.

Michael

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Is Louis the giant Korean super-baby?