Sillyman
Clearence INFRARED
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- Sep 11, 2001
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So I went out to eat yesterday with my grandparents and little siblings. We went to a pizza buffet. First of all this place feels odd on a normal day. It's super cramped and apparently not made for actual size humans, or at least Americans. I have two extremely loud children with me, both of whom feel the need to tell me what they want, over and over again, to make sure it penetrates my skull like a dentist's drill. Nothing most parents on the board haven't dealt with. It's hot and humid and I am wilting like a sunburnt tomato. The real horror though is my grandmother is sitting with me, and she has broken her hand. Not a few weeks or days ago either. She fell and broke it on the sidewalk in fron of the restuarant, and insisting that we eat and that she helps the kids with their food before she gets any medical attetion. Her hand is swollen and she is bleeding all over the table and is acting perfectly chipper. My brother and sister carry on singing and whining as if nothing had happened, and even grab at her hand a few times to show her some obvious fact. My grandfather seems to be the only one noticing her, and he looks like he's about to go into shock. And the illiterate Peruvian disc jockey who lives in my head has decided to play the theme song from "The Butt Ugly Martians" while this is going on. Somedays I just get traumatized from being alive.