worked til 7:45pm. caught the 8:05pm train. got home at bloody 10:15... just updated the parade website with the marshals info.
gigglemom scared the hell out of me. her phone was off the hook since 3pm and she didn't answer her cell phone either... so i thought she blew the house up.
my hands were tied basically. when i got home i saw a glass of soda spilled on the stairs and her slippers... and then i ran upstairs and she was all tangled up in her oxygen tubes... not choking, just tangled... and i think her O2 levels are plummeting because her skin is kinda turning blue... oh, and she only had 5 cigarettes today (so i am happy the condo didn't blow up.)
that said. i need sleep since i didn't pass out on the train up or the train home.
night. the "suspicious bag" didn't go BOOM! at work, so i am fine, by the way.
