January 31, 2002 :: 1:38 a.m.
episode #151, in which someone is arrested
So. Tonight was interesting.
I went over to Joe's around 7:30, where we proceeded to eat an entire medium broccoli and cheese calzone with the help of his pseudo-roommate, Robbie. When we were through feasting, we all sat down to listen to music and chitchat and what have you. Around 8:30, there's a knock at the door. Joe answers it to find two police men outside, looking for Robbie. Apparently he violated his parole somehow, and so they had come to take him away. He made some phone calls, they cuffed him, and off to the booking station they went.
Lovely. I don't believe I've gone into my prison issues yet, and while I don't intend to tell the whole story/stories now, I'd like to make it known that I do have some. I don't enjoy watching Cops and I don't really think that "don't drop the soap" and other instances of prison jokes are funny. So when these keepers-of-the-law came and scooped up Robbie tonight, my mood went from pretty damn good to phenomenally rotten. It made me think of all the times I've seen people I love taken away like that, all the long car trips to visit them while they were "detained." It especially made me think of all the trips I'll probably be making in the future, since Adam's (my brother) trials are almost over. I don't even like Robbie that much, but I still got teary and I still got that cold ball of fear in my stomach. I felt like I was seven years old again, watching the red and blue lights swirl around the kitchen and not knowing why they were taking my father away.
*sigh* It was no good. It put a rather large damper on the evening, as you can imagine.
Aside from that, there's not much to tell about my time at Joe's. We listened to music and made up amusing new lyrics to go with the music. We played with Titania's Oraqle. We danced around like dorks for a little while. Joe felt compelled to use his blender, so he threw in two trays of ice, a glass of water, a packet of lemonade mix, and packet of iced tea mix and blended away. It was bitter and foul if you drank it straight, but I added about six spoonfuls to a glass of water and it wasn't so bad. It was still gross, but at the same time strangely addictive. I actually drank about half my glass before I felt it eating away my stomach lining, at which point I decided I should stop.
And now I'm home. Gizmo has apparently forgiven me for putting her flea medication on, because she's curled up in my lap as I write this. Poor baby. I hope the Frontline kicks in soon, because her flea allergy is acting up. She gets these scabby bumps where the fleas bite her, mostly around her tail. I feel bad about putting the stuff on her, because for some reason she absolutely hates it, but she really does need it. Meow.
I'm copying some CDs that I borrowed from Joe, and it's taking years. Blah. I should really go to bed, but I'm not at all tired. So I think I'll stay up for a while and read or take an unnecessary abundance of online quizzes so that I can find out what kind of underwear I would wear if I were a lumberjack squirrel who loved 80's music and peaches. It'll be a fun time, I promise.
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