pizza

i'm talking to maurice on the phone right now and he's claiming that he didn't know that he's not supposed to be on bed rest anymore but i think he knew or at least had an idea that his bed rest ended because he liked being put to bed- so that he at least would have an excuse for sleeping during the day because sometimes when i'd look at him he'd have his eyes shut.
today we went to godfather's pizza as an "outing", all the residents of our housing/living program went. nothing too big or fun about it, just pizza to me. i think this should bring on our program moving to a different apartment but it just hasn't been mentioned or brought up yet but it will, i predict it.
i forgot to put on my blog that my birthday (next monday, july 14) will be spent seeing a neurologist about the daze/spell that i had last saturday (i think). happy birthday.