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Err, not in too good a shape.

The broncchitus is clearing up so-so, but this inhaler sucks a**. The one I had in eighth grade was a lot faster. sad

And it still really hurts to walk...

Ehh. This weekend was boring and largely stiffling.

I just hate visiting my dad's side of the family, which we do more than visit my mom's because perfect bespectacled Gram "could die any day". W/e. I hate that damn house because it smells like old person and death and a mean lady who can't even take two steps to the bathroom and expects her housekeeper and everyone to help her. Can someone say "Mega b***h"?

Dammit. It wasn't like she was bad this visit. She used to make me do tons of chores when I was younger, and now I barely spoke three sentences to her (each was when I was exiting the house to go somewhere). I guess I'm just using her as an outlet because my dad's family is still snobby and mean at heart and over Thanksgiving dinner (which was really the day before Thanksgiving, since we went to my mom's family for real Thanksgiving) I just couldn't stop thinking about Jackie. And how my uncle's all alone now. And he's a really nice dude. All this morbid s**t and darkness was swirling in my head and suffocating me. I could barely choke down mashed potatoes (which weren't that great, by the way) and my raw carrots (because I hate cooked ones).

I just hate it..

Nana's and Papa's was much better. And they always fawn over me because I keep getting taller every time I go there (P is about two inches shorter than me, and N about four). Nana gave us all knit socks and awesome food. And Papa swore like a sailor. Best friends. biggrin

But the only good part of the weekend was hanging with y'all. That's the most I've laughed and (truly) smiled all week. <3



We're all living in a broken house
Of hopes and dreams.