1. Mom is out of the hospital and is relaxing at home. She won’t be able to see the neurologist until August 11th, at the earliest, so she’s just trying to live as stress-free as possible in the interim.

2. John Legend > Barry White.

3. I am exhausted. Long, long week. So much for my technology-free weekend.

Mom’s still at St. Joseph’s waiting to see the neurologist to go over the results of the catheter/scoping from yesterday. She sounded like she was feeling better this morning, so I suppose that’s a plus.

Mom had the catheter procedure this morning and is in recovery mode. She looked awful and weak.

Disarmed.

Thanks for the prayers.

I’ve been kind of on and off of the diet the last couple of weeks, but I’m still losing weight. Not as much as I did that first week, but getting there. I’m checking in at an even 230.0# tonight. I start back on the diet full time tomorrow, so wish me luck.

Update on Mom: status quo. No new information, she still hasn’t seen the neurosurgeon. Wish her luck.

The Gaslight Anthem – The ‘59 Sound
RIYL: This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb, The Cure, Against Me!, Defiance, Ohio

Mom is in the hospital today, she was sent to the ER yesterday afternoon with two brain aneurysms. They were supposed to do an MRI last night but it didn’t happen. She was supposed to meet with the neurosurgeon this morning, but that didn’t happen, either. So she’s sitting in a hospital room in St. Joseph’s waiting to find out what exactly is wrong with her brain and how someone plans to fix it. She’s enjoying herself watching the Disney Channel (ugh) and waiting. Waiting.

I have not been to see her because I have an irrational phobia of hospitals. Maybe not so much a phobia of hospitals themselves, but I don’t like seeing people I know and care about so… disarmed. So she is going to call me when she knows something and then we’ll proceed from there. I guess.

If you’re the praying type, I’d appreciate a few words for her.

I’m down to 231.0 lbs, as of about two minutes ago, meaning I’ve lost 7.5 lbs since June 29. Not too bad. And I’m not even starving (often). Though I did have that aspartame incident Tuesday. Ugh.

Thanks to the miracle that is the interweb, I now know that Alkaline Trio’s “Help Me” is actually about Ian Curtis of Joy Division. Thanks, ‘Org. Oh, and those jerks that swiped Curtis’ grave marker are turds.

Here you’ll find me in between,
Heaven and hell my dear,
Where nothing’s what it seems,
It’s just as well I fear I’m giving you the creeps,
And a farewell kiss to go into the unknown.

Saw you standing there,
Outside the music hall,
You come out for some air,
A certain curtain call and everyone just stared,
When you took the stage that night,
Something’s not right.

You’re up there,
Took the stairs to the stars all alone,
You left all the lights burning but nobody’s home,
I believe they deceived your tuneful heart too long.

ASPARTAME IS THE ENEMY!

And the prof is not as funny as he thinks he is.

And the students are obnoxious.

Only seven weeks to go!