Tuesday, December 14, 2004

   Life... as normal as it is for me...

More bad news on my part. I found out on Sunday that my grandma had another stroke. This time it was a little worse. She is fine in regards to her ability to talk alright and understand things, but she lost her ability to walk. She's 76 years old also... so that kinda makes a problem for the chance of her being able to recover from this and my mom thinks that it may become mandatory that she be placed in some sort of assisted living situation, or possibly a nursing home. The latter of those options my grandmother HATES with a passion, and if that happens... my mom will never hear the end of it. As for me... I'm just happy she's okay mentally and that she's still alive. I mean she already has alzheimers, but the last thing I'd want is to see my grandma a vegetable due to a stroke. *sighs* Life sure is trying to kick my ass right now... As for my internet connection. Due to my inability to pay it off cause of my car touble, they sent me a message saying that it is scheduled to be shut off on Wednesday. They really haven't been very punctual on the delivery of their promise so far, so I'm hoping that it continues till I AM able to pay it off. LOL... *slumps over* I so need to get a roommate and soon! Bills are slowly dragging me down. And another update... who knows what's going on with my psychologist. They were supposed to set up a time for me to go in and see them, by calling me at work. *still waits patiently* I like my doc and all, but the people working for the place are lazy idiots! Eventually... I'll get all my pics done for those who requested them. I appologize in advance. Gravedigger Sitting calmly at the bottom of a hole Staring up at the moon in the night sky As my blood soaks the earth I realize This must be my fate, my tragic destiny Thinking so clearly now in a 6 foot pit A shovel sits behind me, leaning on the dirt As I look at my tattered wrists and cry I have dug my own grave, with intent to rest Dawning on me now is the thought of abandonment There will only be one person at my funeral For they will never find this place It is too far away and too hidden to be found As my life begins to flash before my eyes My hand grabs a rope, holding up a stick As I pull with what I have left, earth crashes down I have now sealed me fate, being my own gravedigger

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