Feb 21, 2007 07:29
Found out that my cousin Kyle, who died back in December, died not only of a reaction to Oxycontin, but to a reaction of cocaine to Oxycontin.
It hurts a lot, because it was hard enough losing him without realizing that it was a senseless and completely avoidable death. I'm pretty numb to it, haven't really cried, but am trying not to think about it so much. I knew there was a reason why I felt I hadn't moved on yet, even though I didn't know why. Now I guess I know.
I'm up at this ungodly hour to go to Mass. Woot. Yay for starvation. I hate Ash Wednesday.
I apparently missed the Jehovah's Witness that came to our apartment yesterday afternoon. Apparently Troy told her he was gay and she told him that even though He is all-loving, "Even God has his limits." I wish he'd fired back at her with something like, "Oh yeah, and I bet He would LOVE being woken up and asked by a complete stranger to change his faith a mere hour before having to be at work." What a lovely woman. Seriously. I would have been so pissed off had I been home. But I guess he handled it okay.
All right. Off to church.