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Got most of the screens done on the sunny sides of the house. Just have to do one in the kitchen and two in the utility room. That might be it, as the shady side of the house might be fine. I screwed one up pretty badly. It was the third one I did, one of the sun room screens. I must have accidentally slashed one when I was cutting the excess off with an x-acto knife. There's a two inch tear at the bottom. I tried stretching it a bit, but it won't go. I'll pull out the spline, put some extra screening in, then patch it later. It was an easy job and they look nice, but they aren't 100% perfect. Some are slightly loose, like I didn't stretch the material enough. I still have to buy the kit to make a frame for the back door. It might have been a waste of time to replace the screening on the eastern facing side of the house because both those windows will have to be replaced. The seals are bad on both so that there's condensation in the glass. The one in my bedroom was difficult as hell to get locked properly after I opened it last. Now I'm not keen on even using it after the trouble.

Happy I got the kitchen painted before the weather got too warm. I just have a little to do around the fridge. It's going to be miserably hot this whole week, like in the nineties. We're all going to the Deep River Water Park as a family with the parents and Sofie and Deet tomorrow. Work was fairly easy today, although some weird stuff happened. Even though it was almost ninety degrees, it wasn't humid out, and the breeze was pretty good.

Rob must have been out way late today because he didn't spend five straight minutes at his case all morning. He went to a wedding the day before and had to tell everybody about it. He was extra agitated and hyper having to tell everyone how much he had to drink and what he did. I joked later that he probably wasn't even invited; he just showed up.

The trouble came when I was pulling down. For some reason, Mark brought up Rammstein, and I started talking about them. Rob thought I had called his name. I snapped that I would never. I was already irritated because I couldn't get barely a word in because he was ALWAYS THERE all freakin' morning every five seconds. Barber could tell I was pissed so he was kind enough to try and distract him by asking what dances he was doing at the wedding. Then the idiot started doing the dances! The whole place started breaking out in raucous laughter. I was face-palming. Since there was so much going on and I couldn't get a word in, everybody was spared hearing what I wanted to say and almost said, which was, "YOU ARE NOT FUNNY, AND THE ONLY TIME ANYBODY THINKS YOU ARE FUNNY IS WHEN YOU ARE BEING SUCH AN OTT RETARDED ASSHOLE THAT THE OTHER RETARDED ASSHOLES NOTICE! I NEVER HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU! I NEVER EVEN LIKED YOU, JUST TOLERATED YOU UNTIL YOU GAVE ME REASONS NOT TO!"

Of course I couldn't say that because then I'd look like the asshole. Instead, I told him, " have all these other people around to be friends with! Just LEAVE ME ALONE and stop texting me and commenting on my art page. Check this out folks...this asshole made a SOCK PUPPET ACCOUNT JUST TO STALK MY ART PAGE!"

Everybody started laughing, and Allison said my name in a warning tone, as if she thought that comment wouldn't work in my favor. It's a futile effort. Rob probably thinks he's such a fun 'life of the party' guy, and his ego can't comprehend why I'd think he's a total moron. Mark loaded his truck same time as me. He told me he was thinking about Sue's comment, and he came to the conclusion that the reason he couldn't remember it was because it happened on the night of his b-day, and that he thought I had gone to some after party at a Club 50 that he didn't go to. Then he brought up some weird guy named Chad who used to have head phones on and dance at his case. I had no idea who he was even talking about. Supposedly, the guy was fired later. That night, he and Jeanette wanted to go to some club and were trying to talk me into doing it too. He assumed I did, although I totally didn't. I just went home.

As bad as my memory can be, I remember Mark's b-day vividly. A bunch of us had gone to some Irish restaurant on the corner of Wolf and 187th. We were all put out that the room we were in didn't have a working television so we could watch games. I ordered a seafood sampler that was so good that I ate every bit and even wanted to lick the plate. Then we drank a bunch. I sat in between Mark and one of the clerks who retired a few weeks ago, Karen Jordan. We drank a few Irish car bombs together. I was deliriously happy that night; when I went into the restroom, I was singing "Take Me Away" by Fefe Dobson, which is a song about forbidden love. Teri had approached me at one point and reminded me curtly that she and Mark had a thing going. It was absurd. There was no forbidden love between Mark and I, as a relationship between the two of us would be perfectly normal. I must have started conversing with Randall online by then, and the forbidden part might have been the distance between us.

Side note: Supposedly, Teri has been trying to get back together with Mark. She threw Jeff out when I was on maternity leave with the twins. The two of them text back and forth quite often. I must have really pissed her off at Jerry's party a few years back when I asked why they never worked out after she went on and on about how good of friends they were. Good luck to them. If it hasn't happened after twenty years, my guess is they are a mismatch, like Rob and I.

Anyway, I don't remember a Chad, but I do remember Jeanette asking if I wanted to go to that club. At first I said yes, but then I abruptly bottomed out of energy and needed to drive home and sleep it off. It was difficult to be a 'party all night' person when I was underweight and often ill of health. Nobody tried to drive me home that night, I'm pretty sure. Actually, I'm positive they tried to send Rob out to drive me home during a Morgan's night. Mark might not have been there. He stopped going out when his parents died. That b-day at the restaurant might have been the last time.

I looked at all my February and March LJ entries in between 2007-2009 to see if I could find mention of that night. I can't remember Mark's b-day, but I do remember him telling me he was a Pisces the day I asked him if he'd take the MTBI test. It was so funny hearing him tell me about how the Pisces sign matched his personality perfectly because he was romantic, unorganized and full of compassion or something. I kind of took the piss by telling him how my original due date was July 8th, yet I held on just long enough to be born on the first day of Leo. Just imagine if I had been born on time? I'd be a whole different person as a Cancer! I might think before I speak and make home made bath bombs and book shelves out of old dressers and other crap I found off Pinterest.

It's funny reading back at those old entries. I was so PERKY in a lot of them, even if it was going shitty, like I'd be all, "I'm coughing up blood today, but it's a GOSH DARNED BEAUTIFUL DAY!" I suppose it was a way to express reverence, like it could always be worse.

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