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2002-09-03 - 9:34 a.m. - it splashed all over the toilet bowl, the floor and my pants too! So here's my weekend: Friday I headed down to San Diego. I took like 3 energy pills to prevent falling asleep on the way there so by the time I got there I was grumpy and annoyed and I just went to bed. Saturday we went to Legoland. If I had to pay I would've been pissed. It was so completely boring. But the point was to take the boy, and I guess he had a good time, so I guess it all worked out. Sunday we went to my friend's Patrick & Jenn's house. Daniel had to use Pat's studio to transfer some records and tapes onto CD's, so while they did that, Jenn and I just sat around chatting and watching the kids, alternatly calling out "Johnny!" and "Suzanna!" when they did something they shouldn't be doing. The heat was debilitating. I chased around a typically messy and destructive 3 year old while the admitted clean freak Patrick seemed very tense and somewhat distant therefore making me uncomfortable. By the time we left I was thouroughly frustrated and pissed off so after we dropped off the boy at his mom's house, I took myself straight to bed. Weekends that Dan has the boy are always quite trying for me and for our relationship. The fact is that Daniel raises his child very differently than how I learned to raise a child, and it's a constant source of aggrivation for me. I tend to have opinions about everything, and if I keep them to myself I just get more frustrated as time goes by, but if I bring them to Dan he gets offended and pissed at me and we end up arguing about it. I'm really not sure what to do about this whole situation. But anyways.... Yesterday was super and wonderful and all the things I hoped the weekend would be... all the way up to the point where I puked my brains out. That's what it felt like, anyway. It started off with lounging around in bed, then some good sex, then breakfast in bed, and then more laying around. There was more of that debilitating heat, to the point where both of us just felt really ill. Finally we dragged ourselves out of bed and into the swimming pool, at which point I decided we should drink some champagne. He drank a couple sips and decided against it, which left me polishing off the whole bottle plus part of another one. I was drunk and happy and things were going fine. Then we ordered pizza. As soon as I got down the second slice I started to feel sick and headed to the bathroom to puke it all back up. I unintentionally cut the day short by passing out immediately afterwards. The good news is that Dan snapped a couple pictures while I was bent over the toilet bowl: previous - next - guestbook |