thisplaceisdeath

My dad and I have been talking much more lately than the last 5 years. There's so much that we've both missed.

He called me yesterday and we planned on going out to lunch today. I assume were gonna meet at Sam's Diner at 12:00 when I get out of work.

I guess he had gone over to see my uncle frank. Uncle Frank had cancer and the doctor's said he wouldn't live more than three months... and this is 10 months later. Because of the cancer, he has serious arthritits. The doctors prescribed him morphine and supposedly in one of the self help books that he has, thanks to dad, he thought that it would be a good idea for him not to take his morphine yesterday. Baaad idea. Dad said that he was going insane.

And just Tuesday night he called me and left me a silly little message on my cell phone. Probably a good thing I didn't go see him...

Yankees. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?! So I'm totally asleep and my phone "vibrates" and scares the shit out of me. My blue light is practically blinding. Going through my mind... "Greg. Red Sox. Won. Yankees... Don't care."

After that, I couldn't get back to sleep so I read one of those bored books I have. 300 pages and I can read it in two hours. Went to sleep about 3am? Woke up at 6am thinking I was late for work for some reason.

Oh, what else... OOHHH! I GOT FRONTPAGEEE! *dances*

Mmk, that should be about enough.

I really need to do my homework... *skips away*



On second thought, I really need a new picture. I like the idea of the pirate hat and the rubber duckie in a bath full of bubbles. I bet I could get my mom to take a picture for me...