Back to good (or a reasonable facsimilie)
You know, growing up in Sunnydale really does give you a skewed perspective on the whole mortality thing. Particularly considering growing up in a town with twelve cemeteries where you were just as likely to get chomped by oogie boogie on your way to the grocery store as you were to see a stray cat is bound to do a number on your general frame of mind.
The point of that slight delve into emo? My dad is now the proud owner of his very own pacemaker after a pretty severe heart attack and a bypass surgery that I swear I thought was never going to end. Seriously, I think I probably drove the nurses crazy while milling around the waiting room and surrounding areas, trying not to twitch. You never really consider stuff like that happening until it does. The possibility of someone who’s always been in your life suddenly not being there anymore, that is. Not to imply that I’m stuck on my parents or anything but I do worry about him. Especially since he’s the parent who didn’t purposefully pull a Freaky Friday and try to steal my life from me.
So yeah, I’m back. What did Tucker you guys destroy while I was gone? Or do I even want to know?
The point of that slight delve into emo? My dad is now the proud owner of his very own pacemaker after a pretty severe heart attack and a bypass surgery that I swear I thought was never going to end. Seriously, I think I probably drove the nurses crazy while milling around the waiting room and surrounding areas, trying not to twitch. You never really consider stuff like that happening until it does. The possibility of someone who’s always been in your life suddenly not being there anymore, that is. Not to imply that I’m stuck on my parents or anything but I do worry about him. Especially since he’s the parent who didn’t purposefully pull a Freaky Friday and try to steal my life from me.
So yeah, I’m back. What did Tucker you guys destroy while I was gone? Or do I even want to know?