Regards from rehab

I'm bored. I've been sitting with my dad all day at the hospital, and while it has been mostly tolerable (and at some times even moderately enjoyable) I don't have company anymore. My dad usually sleeps in between therapy sessions but for some reason (perhaps because I am here) he was awake all day. It's an adventure trying to have any sort of conversation with him because he a) doesn't speak clearly and b) doesn't always use the right words, so decoding his dialogue always takes a lot of effort and is kind of a fun game. Deciphering the vernacular of a recovering stroke victim has kept me entertained but now he's finally snoozing and I'm alone in a big hospital room with no companion other than an episode of CSI that I've already seen five times.

Ah! My mom just called and informed me that she won't be here for another hour so that leaves me with plenty of time to get involved in The Devil Wears Prada (how fortunate that Meredith loaned it to me just yesterday!).