So yesterday was a good day. Anna was going through a really rough time so I called her up and we went for coffee and just talked, she just vented about stuff that was happening, and I said silly things that made her laugh. I’m just really glad I can be that kind of guy, the guy you can just call up and you know he’ll be able to say something dumb and nonsensical but it makes you smile anyway. And I said a lot of dumb things that night. (“Anna… It’s nine PM. Why have I been paying for parking this whole time? D:”)
We walked to the park and Anna’s cousin came along and we just played in the park for a while. You’re NEVER too old to enjoy swinging on the swings or the monkey bars. That merry-go-round, though… blarg. It’s lots of fun but my belly started rebelling like a Central American factory worker.
The whole thing reminded me that I don’t get out anywhere near enough, even though I have a great time and a few hours of talking and laughing with real people is way better than the same amount of time being the hero and savior of a fake world.
Today was also pretty cool. My nieces came over ‘cause my sister in law desperately needed some time to herself. They’re two girls, one of them is just a few months shy of two years old, the other one is just five or six months old, and they’re both adorable, but playing with them is really draining. I’ll be with them for an hour and I’ll feel like I just got back from running a marathon. I worry wayyy too much about what kind of an influence I'm being, because I know how much our childhood affects us, so I'll always be thinking, "should I let her do that? Should I say this? What should I do if she does that?" even though she's already a brilliant and really nice kid, and it's not like I'm giving her bourbon and hash brownies.
Oh man this chair is so lopsided. One of the wheels fell off a few days ago, but I’m so attached to this chair (figuratively and literally) I don’t want to give it up, even though I’ve had it for three and a half years.
