So, there goes another one.  Poor Butch.  I don't know how I feel right now, and that always worries me.  I think I'm always numb to it at first, that the shock needs time to settle in.  I suppose it helps that I knew this was going to happen.  I always expect the worst, so when we learned just how sick he was, I had already told myself that ( Read more... )

I always try to see December as a time, maybe not specifically for celebration, but to be happy at the very least. I tend to tell people that Christmas is just another day for me, and largely that is true. It has appeal, though, as the one day out of the year that my family doesn't fight about something and the exchanging of gifts is always a ( Read more... )

I've been sleeping like shit lately.  Seems no matter what I do from a new bed, new pillows to sleep aids, I can't ever wake up feeling like I slept good.  Waking up with a sore body and a headache is just the norm for me now and I never get used to it ( Read more... )

Christmas hasn't really meant anything to me for such a long while.  That thought still makes me a little sad, but I guess it's a hazard of growing up.  I enjoyed this one, though.  It still meant nothing, the 25th of December was just another day for me, though sad in some parts.  But I tried.  The days leading up to it saw my car break down on me ( Read more... )

The clock is staring at me.  It turns away whenever I look back, but I can feel it staring.  I feel it's cold, black-green eyes blinking and changing shape every minute.  It's mocking me.  Tic-tic-tic.  The day is slipping away.  Only two hours left, what will you do with it?  Tic-tic-tic, better decide quick ( Read more... )