I am nothing of a builder

This entry is comprised of lots of complaining. Sorry.

Trip to Katy was balls. We drove to San Antonio to pick up a bunch of my brother's stuff first. That wasn't so bad. The drive there was about 1.5 hours, and it went by pretty quickly. We helped my brother get all his stuff into the back of my truck and left. That took about an hour or so. Then, we left for Katy. This drive is boring. I-10 is boring and there isn't shit to look at. We had a decent time, though, listening to music/talking/singing/whatever.

When we got to my parents' house, though, the crazy started. First, the driveway was full of all sorts of shit. We unloaded my truck and put it next to all of the shit. Then we looked through the three boxes of my stuff that was apparently not put into the trailer that got stolen. The boxes were: 1 box of socks, one box with a bunch of trophies I won when I was a kid, and a puppet, along with some assorted things. Of all the stuff I left behind when I moved out of my parents' house, the only things I wound up keeping were a set of french curves, some plastic triangles, a men's restroom sign I apparently stole at some point. There were also two 15W guitar amplifiers that seem to have magically appeared at the house; I didn't even own a guitar before I moved out...I had a bass and a bass amp, but those aren't in Katy.

The cards Erin and I hoped would be there are, apparently, yet another thing that were lost when the trailer got stolen. This is frustrating mostly due to the fact that 1) the cards and the books were probably my most prized possessions, but they were put into a trailer for storage 2) the trailer is NOT any sort of good storage location for any kind of paper products 3) my mom told me about a week ago that my closet was still largely as I left it when, in fact, it was 100% NOT the way I left it 4) my mom had LOADS of other crap she could have put into the trailer that wouldn't be susceptible to the elements (I found a box full of glass sculptures of weird shit like reclining cartoon frogs, for instance) 5) my mom had NO idea where anything of mine was placed. In addition to those three boxes, I had to look through a bunch of crap in the attic, my brother's closet, under my brother's bed, in the laundry room, in my parents' closet, and the garage. She's STILL not even sure if I looked through everything...there could still be other boxes...which, I guess, leaves me without closure.

Probably the only nice part about going to Katy was that we went to Raising Canes for lunch. I like that place.

Sunday, we walked to a store about 2 miles away and bought some cards. We should be able to start playing more interesting games fairly soon.

I wasn't feeling well yesterday (the worst headache of my life) and went home early. I slept for a while and felt better.