So today was fun. Woke up, ate a bit, my dad yelled at me about how I'm misusing the word "fair" and that I don't deserve to use it. He goes on about the words that he hates. One of which was "Mr. Bush" because of his blatant blindness caused by God and religion and how stem cell research has been hindered eight years and we've all lost eight years of our lives because of him. While that is totally extreme and horribly stupid, it's kind of true. We've lost eight years of research and development, but stem cells will get us to the point where we can extend our lives tenfold, and really, I haven't lost eight years, my increase of life has been delayed four years. Whatever. So I listen to his rant, do whatever it was he wanted me to do, go upstairs for a bit, visit James, had ice cream and took a very short nap, and then went to work on the robot at this guy's house. Went to dinner, came home and I've been doing nothing ever since. I guess, really, my day hasn't been great, and it doesn't really sound all that fun, but the hour I spent with James was totally worth it. That made my day. It had been so long since we've had a day like this one.
Then, he came and visited me, I had pistachio ice cream for the first time, we sat and just talked and had a huge tickle attack, and I got to lay against him and break away from the world for more than an hour. It's been forever since we've had a day like this.
-In Hopes of Another
Scarlet Bloodmoon
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