Jul 29, 2003 09:58
I didn't mention it before because I didn't, and still don't really want to talk about it. But posting all kinds of happy yay things and pretending that the bad shit that went down this weekend doesn't bother me isn't helping--I feel like I'm lying in order to avoid talking about it, and that doesn't make me feel good about myself.
This weekend my grandmother had a stroke. That, in and of itself, was stressful. Fortunately, it was a minor stroke, and she's doing about as well as she was before she had it, give or take. However, the stress toll was pretty severe. Over the course of a weekend in Long Island, aside from the shopping and the new clothes and the jackets, there was a lot of stress and arguments between me and my folks, and I visited a few of my friends from high school to try and lower my stress level.
I'd rather not go into details, but I'm not proud of how I eventually managed to succeed in the above endeavour. And no, it wasn't anything illegal.
So anyway. That's where I am right now. I don't think I can go back to work and deal with it. I'm going to work until lunch break (just to keep my hours in even sets) and then I'm going to call it a summer.
So much for a good summer, eh?
The General.