taking up the yolk.

I feel much better today than I did yesterday. I never broke down, but I remember I cried a lot when I watched Unbreakable last night. It was at that part when David Dunn saves the family and everything, then he comes homes and carries his wife upstairs and tells her he “had a bad dream”… if you’ve seen the movie, you’d understand the story. I just felt “touched” (gay word, I know) by the way the love-story subplot unfolds in the film. And, of course, I cried when he passes the newspaper to his kid and everything.

Cavity filling hurt much less than expected. The first two shots kinda stung, but the last shot, the REALLY BIG ONE, didn’t feel it at all. However, I felt the drilling… but it wasn’t bad. He just said, “Oh, well I guess we didn’t let the anesthesia sink in enough.” But they filled it in like five minutes down and I was on my way. But I couldn’t eat for two hours and I was already starving when I went in there at 11:30. I just finished a wonderful bowl of white-bean chili. That stuff is godly.

I’m sensing it’s gonna be a pretty uneventful weekend. I feel like I might as well just have Rick schedule me for all day tomorrow because I doubt I’ll be allowed to go anywhere cool. If Josh or Chris or someone wants to hang out here tomorrow, though, I’ll totally be up for it.

I think I’m winding down a little from the excitement of my new laptop. I think I figured out why it was so cheap. The screen hinges in the back aren’t straight and I just noticed last night. And there’s NO WAY I’ve done anything that would have damaged this thing. I’ve carried it around like an infant for the past week since I’ve had it. Besides, I tried to budge them back to make them straight again, and it’s pretty stiff, so it would have had to be an awfully violent act to damage it like this. Perhaps they just make it defected in the factory. Anyways, it’s not that big a deal, and it’s hardly noticeable.

I think it was just being sick yesterday that got me down so much… and because I was thinking long and hard about whether I was ready to “move out and do what I want” or “stay and obey”. It got so confusing. I went back and forth all night. However, I think I’ve chosen to “stay and obey”. I think initially it was wrong to disobey my parents, but it seems like clarity has come out of it in the long run. Now I just need to bear down and take up the yolk for a while. It’s not like I’m enthusiastic about it, but it will prove its worth in the future.