galaxy42

I have the theme from Dr. Who beating through my brain. I'm trying very hard to sort out just why that is. I find it a wee bit disturbing on some levels, yet oddly comforting on others.

Everything that follows will have absolutely no relevance to that fact.

I moved home because my grandfather is failing. Rapidly. I picked a random date, set it as my "be home by" time, and have met that goal. None too soon. I helped load gramps into a car bound for the hospital this afternoon. I hadn't even been home for 24 hours by that point. He's alright (for now) and they plan on keeping him for a few days to keep an eye on him. The term I heard thrown around was "congestive heart failure"... can someone tell me just what the fuck that means?

What the fuck does anything mean? Christ almighty... I really don't know what I'm doing anymore. I don't know what is happening around me. I'm looking around at my Ohio home feeling like a failure that I've returned. I spent the evening with a good friend in a local bar watching the natives make beasts of themselves in proud redneck tradition. It's frightening. I miss the Portland hippies. I could stir the pot with them without fear of taking a punch during a lively debate about why they suck. Can't say that about a corn fed redneck. They'll fight if you say hello the wrong way. Guess I'm going to have to get back into a gym...

I just need to win the lottery. That's all there is to it.
"Money is the root of all evil."
"You can't buy happiness."

Bullshit...
I could buy a house near "home" and another one at home and make frequent trips between the two. I hate being stretched out over two distinctly different worlds.

Blah blah blah...

I shouldn't drink anymore.