Margaret blows the candle out
Jan. 30th, 2005 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fellmamaThis has been the weirdest week.
First, the stomach flu. Throwing up three times in twelve hours. That's bad.
Next, the Mikado. Getting a part. That's good.
Then, aunt dying very unexpectedly. That's bad.
Last, buying stuff and getting free girly makeup. That's good.
I'd say I broke even, except that death is totally the ultimate trump. It sucks, man. I loved my aunt, and I'll miss her, but the worst part of this is my dad. It was him and his sisters left of their family--his parents and all his older relatives are long gone--and now it's just him and Joanne. And he and Laura were a lot alike. I really wish I could do something to make it better for him.
Damn . . .
First, the stomach flu. Throwing up three times in twelve hours. That's bad.
Next, the Mikado. Getting a part. That's good.
Then, aunt dying very unexpectedly. That's bad.
Last, buying stuff and getting free girly makeup. That's good.
I'd say I broke even, except that death is totally the ultimate trump. It sucks, man. I loved my aunt, and I'll miss her, but the worst part of this is my dad. It was him and his sisters left of their family--his parents and all his older relatives are long gone--and now it's just him and Joanne. And he and Laura were a lot alike. I really wish I could do something to make it better for him.
Damn . . .
