my hair smells like smoke.

It’s aboot time the weekend showed up.

Not doing much right now, sitting at Matt’s compy with a sleepin’ Widget on my lap.  Matt’s at his office working on the Woo since the timing belt broke.  Hooray for the car breaking!  Not really, but no point in crying over it.  I keep teasing Matt telling him that it’s a sign that I am to own a new VW Rabbit.  I’d take an old Rabbit, too.  I’ve always wanted one and I was excited when I found out they were bringing them back.  If I bought one I’d name it Roger.  I’m lame, so what.

Head’s kind of aching, not sure if it’s the lack of water from drinking a couple beers at Bridge’s or if it’s from the smokey interior.  I’m such a pussy about bars now, I hate all the smoke.  I can handle one or two people smoking but not everyone.  Ick.  I’ve heard more than one smoker say the same thing so maybe I’m not such a pussy.  Who cares if I am?

Eh, tired.  Need to sleep.  Almost 3 AM, feels like it’s too early for bed.  I truly am a night owl now.   Le sigh.

My Grandma Ziggy’s doing a lot better since she was put into the home.  I just made my family sound like a bunch of jack asses…we’re not.  I guess it hit my dad pretty hard, him having to take her from the hospital to the home.  He swore he’d never do it and he had to.  Spent some time crying pretty good after he got home.  I feel like a fuck being way out here so far away from my family and not dealing with this head on like the rest of them.  There’s not much I could do out there myself other than just visit her like the rest of them.  She’s doing better though, I knew that she would be once she had more personal contact.  I just hope that she doesn’t think my parents putting her in there means none of us love her any less, it was just the only option for the moment.  Ugh, I hate talking about this.  I looked online and found some flowers with a teddy bear to order and have ’em sent out to her.  She liked them.  I really need to call her and talk to but I need to find the courage inside of me to do that.  It tears me up so bad.  I never want to get old and I sure as hell don’t want die.  I know it’s so stupid to think and feel like that because hey it’s going to happen.  I dunno.  I’m a pussy.  I’m done talking about it.

I think I’m done writing for now, the blah feeling is creeping back over me and I think it’s time for The Pink Panther.  🙂  The original one, duuuur…it’s the best!  Later taters, have a good night.