Friday, September 24, 2004

Just trying to see through the pouring rain. First of all, I just wanted to say thanks to all the well-wishes and stuff that you guys have been giving me for, oh, the past month. It's been rough, and I really do appreciate hearing from you guys. It keeps me relatively sane (note the term relatively), and with so much going on, that's nice to have. So again, thanks a bunch. You guys rock. Things with Daniel (the guy who has cancer) seem to be okay. I've heard a little more, and the doctors were pretty optimistic about him, apparently, so that's good. I think that they think that they caught it early and that he'll probably only need eight months of chemo, tops, and it should be the end of it. However, one of my friends back home (she's my sister's best friend and also our long-time neighbor from that hurricane picture awhile back) is having a very rough time. There's this huge history that I won't go into, but long story short, family problems, financial problems, school problems, and she's being stalked. Seriously being stalked. To the point where she's been getting information about a restraining order kind of stalked. I'm really worried about her and I know my sister is even more nuts about it, and we both wish that she could just come chill with us or something. She's such an awesome, awesome girl and it really sucks that she's going through such a hard time. I have to hope that it will get better for her but it just looks so awful right now - it's hard to see any light when it's so freaking dark, you know? And on another depressing note, Mordred is dying. I'm not really sure what's wrong with him, but it's very sad. He's been floating up at the top of the bowl lately, and he's not eating. His gills have been open almost constantly, and it looks like he's swelling there. It's like he can't breathe or something, and I don't know what to do about it. But his color is so faded and awful and he's beginning to tilt a little, and that's never a good sign. Maybe getting another little pet just wasn't a good idea. Granted, I've been so distracted as of late because of a shitload of things that are completely out of my control, but that's probably reason enough. I know he's just a little $3 fish, but I'm really kind of upset about it. It's just one more thing to go wrong on me, but this one is a living thing. It's so sad. Besides that, I've got about a thousand tests to study for and all of them are really going to require me to buckle down and put in a few good hours for each over the weekend. Which means that, besides the game on Saturday, I'll be preparing for them all weekend. Joy. At least they'll be done (though I have a 3,000 paper due Oct. 11 that seriously needs to be started). So, that's my miserable life right now. Woe is me, blah blah blah. I think I'm going to go take some cold medicine and then curl up and watch my fish die. Great.

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