Blog Time!

Nope, I haven’t fallen off the planet. Wait, I take that back, I think I did fall off the planet. Rayne came up with a great word for what I’ve been feeling: disassociation (see last two blog posts). I’m doing a lot better today, however, and I think it has something to do with not taking my sleep medication last night. Anyway, my lack of…soberness, self and abundance of disassociation made me sort of just float away from the whole blog thing. I’m still not in that much of a talkative mood, but I’ll see what I can do.

I had an awesome birthday. I got lots of presents and everyone who came to my birthday tea got to see first hand what a pathetic mess I’ve become. A lot of people thought I was very funny, especially during the instance which I will recount for you now:

Becca: Oh what a beautiful purse! And look, there are little crumpled up dollar bills inside!
Kathy: Guess how many!
Becca: Oh, okay. Um, I think there are about twelve.
**Silence**
Becca: Should I count them to find out? One, two, three…
At this point I notice everyone is staring at me with a certain intensity I take to be there because they want to find out how many dollar bills I got.
Becca: Nineteen…twenty…twenty one! Wow, there are twenty one dollars because I’m twenty one!
**Silence**
Mom: Uh, yeah, Becca.
Ginny: What do you think Kathy meant when she said, “Guess how many?” She wasn’t being literal.
Becca: Ooh. I’m on drugs people! Give me a break!

I think you had to be there. Anyway, I also got to eat supper at the Tidball’s house and go to Dairy Queen with them. I got to go see Rayne and her family and rats while I was in Omaha. And tonight we got to go to Noodles since I had a coupon for a free dish as a birthday present. Oh, and you’ll never guess what my Mom and sister got me for my birthday: sweatpants.
Totally didn’t see that one coming, right?

Today I got my new license that says I’m twenty one or older and can buy alcohol. We went to the grocery store and Mom asked if I wanted to buy something just for the heck of it. I said no, I’d wait until Dad got here this weekend and went out to get his beer.

Ya know what? My liver really hurts so I’m gonna make this quick.

No, I haven’t heard from Omaha yet, but I should be on the transplant list by now. Yes, I will post pics from my birthday tea. My mom wants to stop working evenings so she can take care of me because she’s afraid I’ll die or go crazy or something while she’s gone. I got Rocky Horror Picture Show on DVD with a prompter feature that tells you when to throw your rice, when to snap your gloves, etc. I am currently drinking Metamucil for reasons I don’t care to disclose. Rayne is knitting me an afghan. I’m getting a blood test tomorrow. I finished knitting a sock and I drew a picture of a teapot lady. I got lots of balloons for my birthday.