madigan

What a day. First I wake up insanely late for work, leaving me only 15 minutes to get dressed and somewhat presentable. That's after working a long crap night at the ol' River, about 5 hours of sleep, no shower, nothing, more work at the bagel shop, EXHAUSTED, and come home again only to get clean and back into town. Jesus H Christ. Tonight was Moonshine and Design and I go to lend a hand if necessary. Everything's just peachy until I get a call from my stepmom telling me my dad thinks he's having a stroke. My heart sank. I had been waiting for the other shoe to drop since Amy* and I thought, "fuck, this is it." I don't want to even think about losing anyone again. Everything is "okay" according to the doctor but something's not right. I can't stop thinking about my sister now. The nurse in the urgent care said something about grandkids to my dad and I wanted to cry. I wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up but it's not like she knew the impact of her comments.

Anyhow, I better stop thinking about this.



*I lost my twin sister, Amy, nearly four months ago in a car accident.