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Today I got a call from my Dad informing me that my Grandfather, who I've known very well over the years and just saw a couple weeks ago at thanksgiving, passed away from a heart attack. I wouldn't say that I'm taking it well.
Since I have already spent the last few months unemployed with a terribly screwed up sleep schedule and a cat I've had since I was four dying, my mental well-being is not entirely in tip-top shape.
That's about all I feel like saying.
Since I have already spent the last few months unemployed with a terribly screwed up sleep schedule and a cat I've had since I was four dying, my mental well-being is not entirely in tip-top shape.
That's about all I feel like saying.