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Monday, May 19
Floor set night, and I am wound up after working my butt off. Everything hurts! Someone buy me a hour-long healing massage! It's amazing how repetitive movements (folding tees, pushing sensor pins, squeezing hanger grips, climbing the ladder, reaching down for something in ma bukket) can make you SO SORE! I feel like someone cracked me between the shoulder blades with a bat.
Speaking of bats, Bug was practice-swinging his bat at practice the other night and whacked some kid in the head. We heard this "PING!" and saw a kid hit the ground. Bug was the only one standing near him holding a bat. Oops. And they had their first scrimmage game and Bug's team didn't do well. They all throw like girls.
Not much else going on. I'm going to try to wind down and get some sleep. Back to work tomorrow! It's a good thing I like my job.
Monday, May 19 (later that night)
how quickly things change
So as I was sitting here, happily typing a random blog, thinking Mr. Wonderful was asleep in the other room, apparently havoc was being wrought on my life. I went to bed shortly after writing that last post, and Mr. W wasn't there. His car was here when I'd gotten home an hour earlier, so I had assumed he was in bed. My phone was plugged into the car charger because someone took my home charger from work. I went out to the car to get it, so I could see what was going on and there were a few texts from him saying he was at Signature's (the bar down the street where little brother works) and he would be walking home in a few minutes. There was a voice mail from little brother, telling me he and Mr. W were getting drunk and I should come down. Well, as I mentioned, I am sore and have been working hard, so I sent Mr. W a text saying that I was going to bed and my phone was in the car and I'd see him when he got here. I had already taken some Advil PM before I started the first blog, so I was pretty sleepy. I woke up a little while later to the dog barking. I heard voices outside the window. Mostly just a girl's voice. I heard the voice say, "You have a good night, okay?" Then I heard a vehicle drive away. I figured Donny's girlfriend Amy had brought him home. I tried to go back to sleep. About forty minutes later, I could hear Mr. W talking. I came out of the room, and he was on the porch on his phone. I said, "Who are you talking to?" He looked at me, VERY drunk, and said nothing. I said, "Who are you talking to?" He said, "Uh... your brother." I took his phone and said, "Hello?" A girl said, "Hello? Who is this?" I hung up. I went into the house and locked the door. The phone screen said the last call was to Keely. The last message was "Hey it's Keely." I heard Mr. W fumbling with his keys to get into the door, so I opened it, took the keys, and shut the door again in his face and locked it. I got my clothes on, went out the door, and locked it behind me. I got in my car and pulled out of the driveway. He fell off the porch. I yelled to him that he could call Keely for a place to sleep. Then I said, "Oh, wait, you can't, I'm taking your phone because I fuckin pay for it." I drove away and went to Signature's. My brother and Amy were talking to someone in a blue S-10 with a license plate that said, "Keeler." I pulled up as the S-10 was pulling out and said, "Hey little brother, who's Keely." He said, "She just left, actually." I said, "Why was she just on the phone with Mr. Wonderful?" He said, "Uh... because we were all four bull-shitting a little bit ago..." I said, "Who took him home?" He said, "Well, uh... Keely did." I said, "Thanks, that's all I needed to know." He yelled to Amy, "Oh shit, baby..." I pulled out and drove back toward my house, not sure what to do. I saw the blue S-10 turn onto the street behind Mr. W’s car. I pulled onto the street behind her and Mr. Wonderful was walking toward the truck. I pulled up next to the truck and said, "Well lookie here!" The girls in the truck said, "Hey, we were just making sure he got home okay." I told them to leave. The driver was prettier than me. The passenger said, "Hey, I'm a friend of Amy's, we were just making sure he got home." I said, "Well he's home, you can go." He was so drunk he couldn't talk. He was saying, "I don't know what's going on." I brought him in the house because I didn't know what else to do. He couldn't stand up. I brought him in and tried to put him to bed. He kept saying, "Baby what's happening? I don't know what's going on." I finally got him into bed and he started to get back up. He said he had to pee. He came back in the bed and laid down. He said, "You fukkin overreacted." I said, "Why, did I embarrass you in front of your new girlfriend?" He said, "I don't have a fukking new girlfriend, shut up." I said, "You don't have an old girlfriend, either." He said, "You fukkin overreacted." I said, "We'll see." As he started passing out, he started saying, "Fukkin pink. Take it! Take it! Whatever." And he was throwing the covers onto my sdie of the bed. He kept saying, "Pink! Fuck it. Whatever. Fuck it! Take it! Whatever." This went on for several minutes before he calmed down and hasn't moved. I got out of bed, and made sure I saw what I thought I saw on his phone... the last call was outgoing and was to Keely. He was on for ten minutes.