...Because I'm too emotionally drained to write it all out again. Anyway ( Read more... )

I finally gave in and went to the doctor about my injured hand, which hasn't healed in the slightest. She sent me in for x-rays, thinking that it may be fractured after all. I'll probably find out the results sometime tomorrow. In any case, she gave me methylprednisolone to see if we can't kickstart the healing process via cortical steroids. I can' ( Read more... )

It will probably be today. We thought she was going to go this morning, but she's surprisingly tough and resilient. It's not that any of us want her to die, it's that we want her suffering to end and for this nightmare to be over. It's just a stressful situation. In addition, my cousin's girlfriend could go into labor at any minute. We're all ( Read more... )

Mamaw is dying. Her bowel sounds have stopped and she's unresponsive, so it won't be long. Daddy-Ken was brought by today for a couple of hours to say goodbye, which was rough, to say the least, though it could have been worse. He just yelled her name over and over, then fell asleep beside her. He'd been given two Xanax before he came home, you ( Read more... )

It turned out to be bowling night at GSA, so I went bowling with everyone. Had a good time, came in second, even though I hadn't bowled since I was 16. All in all, I'm glad I went. They're good folks and are fun to be around ( Read more... )

Still no Sokka. I'm choosing to take that as a sign that he's at somebody's house and they'll eventually see the posters we put up and return him, safe and sound. Moving on, before I lose it again ( Read more... )

Dad's about to go put up the posters for Sokka and Foop. It's horrible to say this, but if I could only get one of them back, I'd choose Sokka in a heartbeat. It's not that I don't love Foop, but we've been trying to find a home for her for a while, anyway. I'd be okay if someone took her and kept her. I'll never be okay with losing Sokka for ( Read more... )

Am sick, crampy, exhausted, depressed, and as far as my photo class goes, pretty much fucked. On Saturday, when my photo partner and I met up to take our required two rolls' worth of portraits of each other, my camera threw a hissy fit and died after the third one, because it can't just let me know the battery's dying like a normal camera. I didn ( Read more... )

( Cut for self-pity and angst that would make Harry Potter proud. )

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