Dec 01, 2003 22:00
Sometimes, I think about how my grandmother is senile.
and then I am sad, but I don't mind much. It makes me sad to think that one day she will die and my mother will be depressed. But Nana's like ninety, and she's a huge vicoden addict, and she falls down a lot.
today the nursing home found blood in her underwear.
in other news, my art teacher is certifiably crazy. She wants me to make a calendar out of shit that she's gotten from the class. the class projects were due friday. she gave them to me today. She wants a proffesional thing by wednesday.
yeah, right.
hey. you. yes, you. i know that you probably don't even know I have this, but if you do and you read it, i'm sorry. you know that you're my favorite, and that she's just a friend. and that i love you. it's not her belly, either.