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This shit is bananas. BANANAS.

I woke up halfway, around six-thirty this morning when R got home, and by the time I actually got out of bed at seven-fifteen I had four text messages on my phone. Now, I like getting text messages, don't get me wrong, but this morning I had one from my mother about how she didn't know what to do after taking Bernard to a therapy appointment at ten, one from R's girlfriend asking if he was still moping, one from M asking if I wanted to come over and hang out, and one from a friend from undergrad who I've been avoiding because all we talk about is her incredibly kinky sex life. Kinky sex is fine too, but it's not the only topic of conversation! Especially when I'm not getting laid at all.

So I texted mum back with the suggestion that she either take him to lunch or ask the therapist what to do, told R's ex that it was often hard to tell with him, ignored the rest, and came out of the bedroom to find that R had gone to McDonalds and brought me a sausage griddle meal. I'm sorry I like McDonalds because they are satan, but satan makes some awesome breakfast sandwiches.

I can't believe I'm going home on the sixth. I can't believe I'm voluntarily spending a week with the two most insane people I know, and I can't believe I'm blood related to both of them.

I never fantasized that I was adopted as a child (I did dream that Bernard might be) but now I'm beginning to understand the sentiment.

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It's been a busy day here at Chez Sam and R. Well, more intense, really.

Mum and Lucky took Bernard to a three hour therapy session today and apparently got a lot of good work done. They feel like they've planted a seed, anyway. Of course, once they were out mum had to call and rehash all three hours with me, and while she was doing that R's mum called for him to say she was coming up, so there we were, both on the phone with our Mums, him trying to convince his not to come visit and me trying to convince mine not to flip out.

Once the mothers were taken care of we picked up Sugar the Gassiest Dog On Earth, who's staying with us for a week again, and because it was snowing we bought rum and rock salt from the supermarket. We drank buttered rum while taking turns shoveling and salting the walkways around both our building and our sister complex next door. Shoveling snow is way less difficult after a buttered rum, let me tell you.