March 15, 2010
Requiem
Filed under: Papa
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House's curse has been lifted, but I'm suspicious enough (of a last second psych-out) to petition the help of Papa. (Our tickets for Mozart's Requiem - the performance we're booked to see tomorrow night - and free coffee from Starbucks arrived on the same day. I promised Papa that he could have one (the coffee) if I could have the other.)
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He wanted pancakes. At that very second. Fucking pancakes when I had a million things to do and I was super insanely high on an indica that was barreling through me.
(I KIND'VE SORT'VE FORGOT TO MAKE A SPIRIT PLATE YESTERDAY. THE JAM AND STRAWBERRY SMOTHERED PANCAKE? (FROM YESTERDAY.) WAS FOR MY DECEASED MOM. I HAVE REASON TO BELIEVE THERE ARE SOME HURT FEELINGS I WASN'T PREVIOUSLY AWARE OF.)
We negotiated; pancakes within seven days.
