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So, obviously, it's not been a good week.
As I now have four and a half hours in which to finish my paper, I can actually afford to write a short, coherent, and calm message here.
So, everyone on my friends list knows about the drama that incurred at the end of last semester with my then-roommate Katie. Regardless of what happened then, I adore Katie. She is amazingamazingamazing. And a good friend.
I come home to the dorm on Sunday to be informed that her father has passed away from stomach cancer. I am still in shock. I am at a continual loss for words when I think about it. At this point, I am trying not to think about. Saturday, when I can hopefully attend the memorial service, I will think about it.I spoke with her briefly today to pass along my sentiments though, and my mother is researching how to donate to one of Dr. Goldey's funds.
And now, my homework is gone. Gone like a puff of smoke. I think I want to cry.
And, of course, it's dead week, which is never actually dead. I am living on stress and caffiene and worry right now. I spend most of my time feeling like I could use a cigarette. (WTF? I don't even smoke...)
I guess I am going to go write now. Maybe I'll be able to take like an hour long nap at the end of it.