I Got You Under My Skin

Only have a half a day today, well, more than that really, but I get to leave at 2, since Mom and Tony leave tomorrow for Williamsburg, we have to hit the cemetary (which I'm guessing will be hovering somewhere around 5 degrees) to put flowers for Buba and Pop, and then I'm hoping, get some dinner before they give Cole to me for the week. Looking forward to having a doggie again for a few days, but also not too hepped up over the having to make sure he's not alone too much, taking him out, cleaning up, all that. Of course, Nick's parents said that I can bring him on Christmas, which was nice of them (hope he gets on with Mac and Maggie), and then on Christmas night (or late afternoon anyways), they leave for Florida, so Nick will be taking care of Mac and Maggie anyways. So hopefully, it won't be too bad. I will still have to go over the house everyday to feed the cats, all five of which will be staying home. One very awesome thing is that they found all of the old pictures in that tub and box that I was working on and Mom has aquiesced and said that I can take them home and finish working on them, but they are ultimately hers (whatever exactly that means.) I plan on making copies of many of them anyways. So I'm totally excited about that. So that chicken enchilata soup yesterday was fucking amazing! They are supposed to have a roasted red pepper, brocolli, and cheddar soup today, which could be good or could be too rich, but I'm half hoping that they have the chicken enchilata left over, because I may get that. Being a bit bad already this week. Ate a couple of those wafer roll cookies yesterday, then the soup, then made dinner for Carmin and I (shells and cheese and corn and brocolli) then a few (seriously, not many) Doritos at Club Charles last night, and this morning I am munching on some sesame crackers and peanuts mix. I did weigh myself, still hovering around 125, not great, but less than the 127 it was last week. I also figure, resisting for the most part but this time of year (mainly this week) it's almost completely unrealistic to abstain from everything. Making some headway, will make even more soon. Went to Club Charles last night. Ended up packed. Really didn't see anybody, which was fine. Nick and I had some good conversation ("A lot can be blamed on Kerouac and Burroughs.") and sung along to Joy Division on the drive home. It is good music for this time of year. Anyways, have to remember to take Rob and Lori's gifts to The Ottobar tonight. Get to leave half a day tomorrow (or whatever time they decide to let us go.). Will be glad to get out of here, see Mom and get up the graves (will be even weirder, I know, this year) and see that beautiful boy later.