*sigh*

Waiting for someone to die feels so sick and twisted, but I'm trying to make sure that I'm at least somewhat prepared for when I get the news. I don't want to completely fall apart.

I'm getting my tattoo finished tonight. That should be fun. It should at least take my mind off of things for a little while.

Jesus night is tomorrow night and I don't have a lesson thingy done yet. I guess I should get on that.

None of these things are really related but WoW takes one million years to download and install and therefore I have some serious time to kill while things are downloading and updating and blah blah blah...

My clothes all smell fruity from the laundry soap.

So overall I smell like a vanilla fruit cup.

It is cold downstairs and my toes are turning into toe-sicles.

I really am going to miss Stephen's grandmother when she passes. I love her to pieces. She's so funny and charismatic and just a character... Or at least she was before these strokes happened.

It doesn't feel like I should be saying "Stephen's grandmother" I feel like I should be saying "my grandmother" but I only do so to differentiate between our two grandmothers.

Ugh... It's gonna be a tough funeral/wake.

I really should be cleaning but, damn't, I don't feel like it.

I have a ton of laundry that needs to be folded and put away and my room needs to be clean enough for someone else to stay in it this weekend. Eeeeeeek.

I guess I should go do something useful.

Bye, blogger, thanks for being a tool of procrastination for me this morning.