A Night At Studio Lormo

My parents' spent the night with me in my tiny STUDIO APARTMENT last night.

I didn't know they were planning to spend the night!!! I DID NOT KNOW THAT.

My apartment is SMALL you guys. And um, my dad's disappointment with me, is like a mist in the air around him. And worry. And confusion. And concern.

So that's fun. And I got to spend every minute of the night in this disappointment mist.

AND. AND! I HAVE NO CABLE, NO CONVERTER BOX, NOTHING. NO TV YOU GUYS. JUST STATIC.

But I do have a DVD player. They actually watched Hustle N' Flow, which I never returned to Blockbuster, and by accident ended up owning. It's hard out there for a pimp.

But at least they watched something. I pretended to be deathly ill and took a nap.

Then, somehow I ever so slightly made my deep-seated desire to sleep in my own bed clear, and so my dad slept on the couch. He said he didn't mind at all, but I felt like a jerk. But he really said he didn't care and he did fall right to sleep.

And, I'm sorry but I love my bed you guys. I did not want to sleep on the couch.

BUT IT WAS ALL SO WEIRD.

But because I do actually have the flu (wasn't feeling too bad, but milked it so they would back off a little), so I think he felt bad and let me sleep in the bed BUT WITH MY MOM.

But any configuration you think of is WAY TOO INTIMATE.

I mean, my mom and I actually had a nice chat. Kinda like a slumber party while the grouch slept on the couch. Haha that rhymes! I rule.

Anyway.

Next time they try to sleep over, I am going say I have ebola and they simply canno because every visit with them is accompanied with the underlying tone of: WHAT THE FUCK IS LORI DOING WITH HER LIFE SHE IS DOOMED.

I am going to have to take a fist full of klonopin to recover.

So anyway we went to sleep and it was fine because sleep is fine, bt then we awoke at 7:15am. It was my fault, I had to use the bathroom. I woke everyone up. However, I was in a surprisingly good mood. Overjoyed with the near future of my own space back I think.

But then, my mom noticed that my sink in the kitchen wasn't draining. So my dad, bless his god damn heart, decided to fix it. Which ended up with broken parts, two anxious and rushed trips to Home Depot, and he insisted on sawing a plastic pipe when instead we could have gotten this expandable one, but that cost more money so NO!

I know you are dying to hear more about my plumbing problems.

Well you're gonna.

My dad worked on that sink for 3 hours. Not his fault, shitty pipes. Heh.

And god bless my dad for that.

And god bless my parents. They love me and god bless them for that goddammit. They are just terrified for me. Or something.

But godammit, does their love have to be so painful and tinged with doom? Can't we just pretend everything little thing is gonna be alright?

Because you never know anyway. I could have a Wall Street job and that Enron guy coulda stolen all my money and I'd be in the same position I am now.

So can we all just relax about the economy? The world's going to hell anyway. Let's just try to enjoy the ride.

Come on people smile on your DAUGHTER and all that shit.

But I love you Mom and Dad goddammit. I just wish it wasn't so hard.