where the hell did all that come from?

the headache seems to be gone, but it’s been replaced by a rather impressive malaise. i’m also feeling rather intimidated by the greymatter “add an entry” screen today, so i’m writing this in notepad instead.
the weekend went both too quickly and too slowly, if that makes any sort of sense. friday night was spent at meg & mark’s, of course. dean came down and the four of us had a lasagne buffet with three varieties to choose from (beef in tomato sauce, chicken in cream sauce, and low-fat turkey in tomato sauce) then played cards until midnight or so. the early night was due to the fact i had to be up at seven saturday morning to catch my ferry.
saturday morning was spent rushing around in the morning trying to get everything either turned off, rinsed out, locked up or packed for me to go away overnight. then, i sat on the ferry. *yawn* upon arrival in nanaimo, with mom & karen to meet me, i started a mad spending spree which culminated in our seeing 3000 miles to graceland. going home to rest, we ordered pizza and watched the bad saturday night dramas. i was asleep by ten after ten.
sunday was a waste of a day. i was awake at eight, so watched coronation street from the comfort of mom’s sofa bed. after i made coffee i realized there was no cream-like substance in the house for me to put into my coffee to make it drinkable. i drank two litres of diet coke instead.
while in the bathtub, i came to the realization that i’ve forgotten how to have a bath. it’s been three and a half years since i’ve had the opportunity to bathe in a tub on a regular basis. i laid down in the tub and splooshed around a little, then sat up and splooshed around some more. i lathered up my hair and the rest of my body and then couldn’t think of anything else to do so got up and showered off the suds. i just couldn’t lie there any longer. maybe i should have had bubbles.
played two games of scrabble with mom & karen. i beat them both by a healthy margin the first game, then was beaten by both of them in the second. i suppose it was that eight-letter word on the triple word score that won me the first one… i knew i liked “pedantic”.
although the day seemed to take it’s own sweet time, i was on the boat home before i knew it. i bought some chips from the vending machine before i sat down and the machine gave me back all my money but five cents. “score!” i thought to myself. i plunked myself in a chair and read my book (bridget jones: the edge of reason which i’d bought on friday while picking up the turkey lasagne to take to meghan’s — the same book i just finished today while eating my lunch).
i arrived on the other side expecting to see my father standing there as the boat was late and he’s always early. no dad. i waited while every other foot passenger from the the same boat had been picked up and i was still standing there. that’s when i started to worry. about twenty minutes later, i decide to phone him and, if there was no answer, to wait another ten minutes after that to call someone else to pick me up.
*ring*
“hello?”
“hi…”
“oh my goodness! *’i can’t believe i did that’ laughter*”
“you forgot me!”
“why, yes. i did. hold tight, i’ll be right there.”
*click*
seems he was reading and lost track of the time. can’t say as i blame him too much, i’ve done it often enough myself. but, it was terribly disconcerting, especially as he’s never late and hasn’t yet forgotten me like that.
i got home and unpacked the stuff i took over and the stuff i bought myself. wrapped some stuff up, put together my lunch for today, watched some bad television and was in bed by ten o’clock. i didn’t even turn the computer back on until this morning. it was odd sleeping in a room without the fans whirring, but not altogether unpleasant.
tonight, i have to pick some things up at the grocery store on the way home and then fetch karen from the ferry terminal and chauffeur her to the ywca hotel overtown. she’ll be staying there until she leaves to go home on thursday. i feel bad that i don’t have room for her to say with me, but i can’t do much about it right now.
i’m glad to be back in my own place. i feel sort of lost when i’m at mom’s now. it doesn’t feel like “home” to me anymore. probably because i never really invested myself emotionally in it or the town. home was always north van, not parksville.
there’s no place like home. there’s no place like home…