Interesting

So today Katie walks into the office and tells me one of George's closet doors is falling down. So I head over to his apartment. Sure enough, the screws holding the track for the pantry door have fallen out of the ceiling, and the door itself is nearly falling over. It should be easy enough to fix. And it was, but that wasn't the interesting part. The interesting part was that while I was standing there examining the problem, George came up behind me to look with me. Ok, him looking with me wasn't interesting. What was interesting was that, while we were looking together at this closet door track, George toppled over. I whirled around to see him lying unconscious on the floor. At first, I was afraid he was dead, but then I realized that his eyelids were fluttering wildly. I had started to look for a phone to call an ambulance when he came to. Katie, who was still around, started helping him up, and I quickly started helping as well. We got him over to his couch, and I asked him if he need to see a doctor. He said he was fine and didn't need anyone. I didn't really know what to do, so I just went ahead and fixed his door and left. I saw one of his nurses come by later and heard Katie tell her what had happened. Later on the nurse stopped in the office. From her, I learned that apparently George has a lot of incidents. He probably just didn't take his medicine, and he hadn't eaten. She's afraid that if she reports anymore such happenings, he'll be forced into a nursing home. Apparently, I did the right thing by not calling anyone, but man, I have to say that it scared me poopless.
Howie and Chief are wrestling on the futon at the moment.
Today was Anna's father's birthday. We stopped at Dairy Queen and picked him up an ice cream cake, and I grilled burgers, which we topped with guacamole and bacon. The ground beef Anna's mother had was a little on the fatty side so the burgers shrunk a little more than I anticipated, but they tasted good.
Sometimes I like to listen to music that doesn't blow out eardrums. Strange, huh? At the moment, I'm rocking some Seabird. I must say that for a band who couldn't get a mosh pit going to save their lives, they make some really really good music. I do also have to say that Jon Foreman's solo stuff is also super excellent chill music. So if you ever are in the mood for good music that doesn't melt your brain, check out Jon Foreman and Seabird.
On a side note, stop assuming I only listen to P.O.D. I still listen to them sometimes, but they in no way define the kind of music I enjoy. I guess people tend to attach that band to me because they are the only band I've ever listened to that anyone has ever heard of. But no more. I will not stand for it. I listen to metal: death metal, doom metal, black metal, metalcore, southern metal. Metal. Want an example? Check out: Zao or Becoming the Archetype. They have myspaces. Do yourself a favor and listen to some of the best music ever. Heck, even Project 86 is on the light side for me. They might be my favorite band, but that's only because they are the best band in existence. Genre wise, they are not my favorite style. Ok, I'm done.
METAL!
Ok, now I'm really done.
I love this massage chair.
My back is still slightly sore, but I think in general I'm pretty much better.
The love machine is back in working order.
Today, I cleaned the litter box, folded and put away the laundry, and did the dishes. I'm the perfect man.
Tomorrow, I plan on finding some sporting event on TV, sprawling out, and demanding Anna bring me a beer every fifteen minutes. When she's not bringing me beer, I'll keep telling her to get back in the kitchen.
Speaking of which, why do I let her buy so many shoes? It's not like I ever let her out of the apartment to wear them.
Husbands, love your wives as Christ loved the Church and give himself up for her.
Peace out, wenches.