So minicb vetoed the conference in favor of a classmate's 6th birthday party. Gotta get your priorities straight.

My weekend has gone like this:
Sit in front of computer all Friday trying to work on thesis draft but have writers block. Go to gym, figuring that all the people that have sponsored me for the Brain Tumor Society Ride for Research probably don't want to see me pass out after mile 35 or so. Spend some more time doing nothing much in front of the computer except chatting on gmail. Pick minicb from afterschool program, go to big chain bookstore to get present for above mentioned 6th bday party. Check out the "gay and lesbian" section and find little of interest. The selection hasn't changed since the last time I went to the big chain bookstore three months ago.

Go home, feed kid leftovers, make myself grilled cheese and canned soup. Huzband comes over with a growler of ale and proceeds to get drunk. We snuggle until I kick him out cause I am tired. Or perhaps we get into an argument. Hard to remember now.

6am, minicb appears at my bed whining that I need to come into his room and fix his comforter. I probably saying something like "leave me alone I need to sleep or I will die." I spend most of the morning contemplating what I should do with my unusual two hours of freedom on a Saturday afternoon. Meanwhile, I have a minor panic attack about minicb misbehaving at the nice middle-class home of the birthday child. I can't decide whether to spend my two free hours doing schoolwork, napping or working out. I end up going out to eat with huzband. He payz cuz that's what menz are supposed to do for their lezzie wives. I use my remaining 20 minutes of freedom to go to the independent workers collective bookstore and peruse the "queer" section. I buy two fiction books, one cause its set in the Boston and the other because there is a girl with a lot of tattoos on the cover.

I pick up minicb at the nice middle-class home in the hills and return to our cockroach infested student housing apartment. One of minicb's girlfriends comes over because her mom has to work. His other girlfriend recently dumped him. This current girlfriend says "Minicb, don't say I am your girlfriend, that is inappropriate!" Minicb immediately bursts out into tears. Big, fat ones strolling down his cheeks. I comfort him, but I want to say, Might as well know now that girls will only break your heart. After her mom comes back, huzband comes over and I need some beer after watching the two kindergarten lovebirds fight. We go to the closest package store and I laugh at the undergraduate students carrying cases of Natural Ice.

Huzband gets drunk again and we snuggle and I think we got into an argument about when the state has a compelling interest to regulate abortion, which I try to argue they do not, but stop the argument before it escalates into a big fight. I whine about how I am incapable of keeping a girl around for more than three dates, whether or not I should move to Boston and why I can't seem to get a job as high paying as my colleagues even though I have a kid to support by myself. This is why I should just hover below the poverty line. Huzband sleeps over cause he's had too much to drink and I give him a pair of my workout capri's to sleep in.

6am minicb appears at my bed whining about a Sponge Bob DVD from Netflix that is scratched. I tell him to leave me alone, knowing that huzband will be up soon to watch the Grand Prix of Bahrain, which I watch with him when I get up around 8:30.

After he leaves I go to do laundry in the foul Family Housing laundry room, which has been painted and looks slightly less disgusting. I begin to have generalized anxiety, which I thwart with an Ativan. I then look at YMCA summer camps in Boston for minicb, assuming I can get a job and an apartment and people to help me move, etc.

Soon, I will finish this post, make more coffee, get the laundry from the gross laundry room and drive north to meet some friends at my favorite pub. Favorite, because they have a toy corner and during the day there's as many kids there as grownups.

That's it.